The Last Coffee

I am pleased to participate in the STB Creative Writing Prompt 18, I invite Hive account@susurrodmisterio to participate.

"Eureka!" shouted a man sitting in the distance, as Mauro and I, enjoyed that nostalgic coffee. A goose hand painted on the wall, adorned the coffee shop, I wouldn't have noticed it if it wasn't for how uncomfortable I felt at that moment.

"I don't understand, what happened," he said as my gaze wandered like a runaway train, "I thought everything was working out and now, it turns out you don't love me?" that made me feel terrible. He and I had dated all that summer, but my heart didn't belong to him. I arranged my fake, a fabulous imitation Carolina Herrera, and prepared to answer.

"We could be friends," I said without mediating words, as if that could fix things. Instantly I felt sad, sometimes no matter how hard you try you can't get to love someone, who everyone thinks is perfect, but to you they are just a friend. "This is not about you Mauro. This is about me, about how hard my life has been these past few years."

"I don't understand what I had expected, a woman like you would never fall in love with a blacksmith" he said dismayed, "I'm surprised at this urge to cry, when you're clearly not mine" I tried to take his hand, but he refrained from touching me, suddenly I felt so broken that not even a child playing with his puzzle box, could capture my attention.

"Even though life together with me, seemed to be a switchback with sharp ups and downs, I would never trade these 3 months for anything in the world" I said sincerely as the waiter removed the remaining cups from the table. "Slowly we will both forget and remember these moments fondly. Time and its speed always fixes everything."

"I'm not complaining, nor will I complain, this coffee is my consolation prize Nadia" he murmured, ever serene, ever ethereal. I found myself hesitating to leave that man. For a while I dreamed of getting someone like him and now, he was leaving me like sand in my hands. I wondered if perhaps, what I had been asking of life, was really what I wanted for myself.

"Any woman who finds you will be happy, of that I am sure. I wish you have a safe journey and never doubt that I tried, because only God knows how much it hurts, because you were everything I wish to have from a man someday" my tears began to form furrows on my cheeks. He was also hiding a couple of tears, but there was nothing left to say.

I made a show of canceling the bill, but he was quick to cancel before I had even taken the money out and then decided to leave. And there I was, carrying so much inside and crying like never before. While Mauro was hurrying away, as if in a hurry to forget and erase my memory as soon as possible, I was trying to recover the pieces of me that were left at that moment, but I adjusted my skirt and hurried my steps to continue on my way.