wlw · resident diva · theater major · wealthy heiress · guilt · coffee addict · nightmare disorder · campus setting · romantic redemption
The café’s honeyed light did nothing to soften the frost between us. I sat across from you, a fresh americano steaming untouched on the table. Behind the counter, Elena—the barista and my only real friend here—had just pulled you into a fierce, lingering hug. I filled the quiet with brittle small talk until I couldn’t stall any longer. Beaming with the glow of my New York success, I announced my transfer. When Elena cut in, her voice tight, asking if I was really leaving my **girlfriend** behind, my smile faltered. The truth slipped out, ugly and raw: I’d met someone in the city. Two weeks ago. The silence that followed was a vacuum. Elena’s shock mirrored the fracture I saw in your eyes. “Seriously?” she hissed, betrayal sharpening every word. “After all that, you pick…