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The people coming to the shop slowly died down as it neared 9:30. Only a few people were sitting down in the chairs, quietly sipping there coffee. Most of them are probably going to work, so they drink their coffee to wake them up.

I dampened my rag, getting ready to wipe down the countertops and empty tables. Before I could even lay my rag down on the counter, the door bells jingled. Turning around I put my rag back into the sink.

"Welcome, what could I get you?" The words flowed off of my tongue before I turned around. They were so automatic.

I could feel the eyes burning into my skull, "we need to talk." James. I forgot he was still coming. I actually kept hoping he wouldn't come. There's something about him that's familiar. Like I know him somehow.

I turned around and looked at him, "wait at a table. I'll talk to you after I close the shop up." And so he went to a table.

The time slowly ticked away as I waited for the people to leave. Once the last person left and all the tables were wiped down. I sat down with James.

"So what do you want?" I question. Why does he want to talk to me?

He quietly laughed, "you don't remember who I am do you?" He looked down and paused. Am i supposed to know him? "Maybe this will ring a bell..." I waited for what felt like forever for him to say something.

He dramatically got up, his eyes became worried. "Lizzie! Where are you going? Why are you crying? No you can't go!" He dramatically said and that's when it hit me.

*flashback*

My eyes burned and I couldn't stop crying. He's gone. He's actually gone. My legs ached from being on them. So, I slowly stood up.

Looking around the room, the tears came out even faster. My whole body started shaking. My heart feels like it's slowly shattering.

I ran out of the room, bumping into someone. I stopped in my tracks. Looking straight at the persons chest I bumped into. Slowly tilting my head up I realize who it is. Saints beta, James.

I look at him once more, before bolting past him. "Lizzie! Where are you going? Why are you crying? No you can't go!" I heard james yell as a ran down the stairs and out the door.

The rain soaked me once I stepped outside. Looking up at the dark sky, I knew I had to leave here and never come back. I cant get my heart torn again.

Saint doesn't want me. He never will.

*end of flashback*

"Oh my fucking god.." I looked at him. "Beta James," before I knew it. I was angry.  My blood was boiling. "What are you doing here?" He sat back down. His face relaxed. It almost looked sad.

"I'm here because of you, Lizzie.." I stopped him.

"It's Elizabeth." James nodded slowly.

"Elizabeth, Come with me to my hotel? I need to talk to you about someone." When he said someone, my brain automatically knew who he meant and even though every bone in my body was telling me I shouldn't go. My heart begged me to go.

Maybe I should. Maybe I should listen to my heart even though it will most likely lead to more pieces being broken.

"Okay, lets go"