thinking of you :: calum :: completed

him

him.

Fixing my beanie I walked to the coffee shop, the one when we first met. I ordered my usual black coffee and sat on the table in the corner.

The doorbell chimed and I turned to see her walking. I never thought she would still come here. Last time I heard, she said she wanted to forget anything that reminds her of us.

She took the table on the other corner which was only two tables away from mine, yet she didn't notice me or maybe she didn't want to.