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Mon chéri

She was just lounging on the beach, waiting for sunset when he sit down and offer her a cup.

Black coffee with no sugar, not too hot but still warm enough to smother her tongue. Just the way she likes it. She’s not sure when did he start memorizing her taste, but it is both reassuring and alarming at the same time.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Her train of thoughts now broken, she glances at him. Taking in his relaxed posture and how the wind play with his tussled hair, as if inviting her to tangle her fingers there once again. She takes in his closed eyes and content smile, the way he’s completely lost in the moment, like he always do. “It is,” she agrees, allowing comfortable silence to enrapture them. It soothes her, these shared juncture of theirs, precious time that belong to them and no one else.

Not for long, though.

“I’m done, you know,” she nonchalantly says, catching his attention.

He arches an eyebrow, “Going back in already?” It would not be unusual, actually. He was the one with the penchant for sunset, she was the one who would rather immersed herself in words until the sky went black and she had no choice but to focus on him.

Still that prompted her to laugh. “No, not yet. But I’m done with this, with us, with you.” She stare right at his blue orbs, for once not allowing herself to get lost in the depth. They had somehow lost their shine anyway, or maybe the magic had wear off and she can now think clearly.

“I’m done pretending this means more than what it actually is, done chasing after us, and done waiting for you,” she states in a light, but firm tone. “It’s tiring, and it’s high time I quit.”

“…. Is that so,” he asks quietly, and she allows herself a smile because she knows she caught him off guard, for once.

“Yes.” She hands her cup over. “Thanks for all this time, darling. But summer’s over, and so are we.”

The silence resume, thicker this time, but she couldn’t care less, not even paying attention with the way his eyes bore at her, or how he left first without even as much as a good bye.

The sunset that day was the most breathtaking that she saw in the last few months.





À la mort,

Prompt: Fall Out Boy’s Irresistible.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me Mon chéri, but the truth catches up with us eventually.”



An emotionally invested enthusiast of pop culture. Apathetic by design. Aesthetically offensive and eloquently candid. A sentimental heathen.

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