A Sorta Fairytale with You

they sat beside each other on a cold saturday morning. there was nothing special with it. cars were busy speeding by the quaint little cafe outside the village. there was no breeze, but it was cool since the trees were covering the sun. there were about 3 other more people in the store. natalie imbruglia was playing.

she was busy babbling, about her day, about the day before, and the day before that. subconsciously circling the rim of her not-so-hot coffee anymore. she hasn’t taken a sip. “brewed please” she says. “i can’t take instant. it’s fattening.” she can drone for hours and hours. and he knew that. she took a drag from her cigarette. there was silence for a moment. he wondered why she smoked so much. he looked at her pack. it was just the third of a whole pack. it was going to be a long morning.
then it happened.
maybe it was the sudden rush of sunlight, the way it played with the color of her fine hair. maybe it was the sudden silence of the traffic, or the change of the song to you’ll be safe here by rivermaya that he saw her. maybe because the sudden gust of air made her fix her hair just like that it covered her eyes. she finally took a sip of her coffee. he focused on her lips, suddenly wishing he was the cup.
this can’t be right.

he has been quiet ever since he stepped on the cafe. she was bored so she texted him to have coffee by the quaint little cafe outside her village. she didn’t know why she kept babbling. he ordered her coffee. she didn’t even remind him to buy brewed. he knew she never drank instant. she takes a drag from her cigarette. and then she talked again. she forgot what she was talking about, from what happened yesterday, the day before, and the day before that. he was just staring. is he really listening to me? but she never cared. she just kept talking.
then it happened.
maybe it was the sudden rush of sunlight, the way it made his deep brown eyes twinkle like it held a secret. maybe it was the silence of traffic and the sudden honk of the horn that made her heart thump. my heart hurts. suddenly her head hurts. maybe it’s the cigarette. she took a sip of her coffee and stole a glimpse of him staring at her lips. she had to close her eyes for a moment, for she was wishing it was his lips instead of the cup.
this can’t be right.

they both sat in comfortable silence afterwards. no need for words. they watched the busy saturday morning zoom by. people walking in different directions. she smoked, he drank. they listened kiss me by sixpence non the richer.
kiss me.. out of the bearded barley…
the sun was definitely up by then. it was the morning rush. but for some reason, the trees looked greener, and the air was fresher.
nightly, beside the green, green grass…
people were smiling despite the hustle. a man helped an old lady cross the street. good old chivalry.
swing, swing, swing the spinning step…
he wanted to say something, but he has been so quiet. why did i rush all the way here to be quiet? maybe i just wanted to be with her. maybe i get drunk by hearing her babble all day. maybe it wasn’t the coffee that woke me up.
you wear those shoes and i will wear that hat…
she can’t talk anymore. for the first time in a very long time, she ran out of words to say. why did i text him? and why did he come? he lives so far from me. well, everyone’s far from me anyway. maybe i just wanted to be with him. maybe it’s not the cigarette i really want.
oh.. kiss me…..

Author: angparaluman

a poster girl with no poster staying on the safe side of the road less traveled.

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