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Tear-stained cheeks, my mascara was now an ugly smudge after being ruined with all the crying I had been doing for the past hour. I could not recognize myself as I looked through the mirror. The more I stared at myself the more the tears. I could hear them in the next room. Their moans enraged me and made me feel like throwing up. I retched but nothing came out. 

Disgust is what I felt.


My life had turned out to be a chaotic mess and I wondered what I had done to deserve all that. I was a good person or so I believed.

I smiled through the pain and thought to myself that everything was going to be okay. I did not believe that myself but I had to tell myself to keep going or I would be stuck in a loop with my past trying to set myself free...

DAWN.

The cold morning breeze hit me like a wave. It was not everyday that I woke in a good mood but today was one of those days. I took my shower and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I had places to go and this was the only free time I had today so I was going to spend it with someone I cherished. Enzo stirred in his sleep and I wondered how he had still not noticed that I was bit in bed. It had been a while since I had made breakfast and I knew exactly what to make. It was Saturday so it was a resting day and what was better than some pancakes and tea .

Enzo hated coffee something that I never understood up to date. He said that he hated it's taste. I loved coffee,I would literally drink it all day long and for a person who drank coffee that much I slept alot. I thought that it was supposed to make someone not sleep?

COFFEE