The Ring Of The Bell On The Door

1845 WordsNov 14, 20158 Pages
She gazed out of the café window and watched the rain make paths down the frosted glass. The steaming cup of tea warmed her freezing fingers. “Everything is cold,” she thought as she focused on her reflection, “everything is always so damn cold.” She sighed deeply, drawing the cup to her lips, the smell of bergamot pervading her senses and warming her, if only for a moment. The image of his eyes still haunted her, those intense eyes that had always pierced her soul, and the echoes of their last conversation still skulked around her head. She knew she needed to let it go and move on, but she couldn’t. She loved him. And the truth of it, the fucking awful truth, was that she couldn’t make him love her back. The ring of the bell on the door was a brief distraction to her depressing thoughts. His deep voice, thick with emotion as if he had recently been crying, broke through her reverie. Startled, she looked up into the same eyes that she had just been brooding on. A thrill of panic, tinged with desire, shot through her and then was gone. “What do you want, Tae?” she asked indifferently, breaking their focus on each other by looking away. “Please… I didn’t mean to hurt you last night. I’m sorry,” he said as he plopped down across from her, his bangs falling into his eyes. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me. I swear if I did I…” “It doesn’t matter. You can bring whoever you want home. It’s no business of mine.” The coldness was everywhere now. She felt frozen and

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