Post by S.ummersC.reek on Jan 12, 2008 23:54:15 GMT -5
So what if her sixth boyfriend of the year had just dumped her. So what if she got drunk last night. It was the past, and thats where it would stay. Hidden in the shadows of her past. Her failure.
She knocked back her third coffee in an attempt to erase the dark bags beneath her grey pools, ashamed that she had spent the night sobbing. Yet again. My god she needed someone stable, someone who wouldn't go off, get drunk, encourage her to do the same, then dump her. She rested an aching forehead in her slender paw, fingers curling up around her brow.
Gingerly, she pushed her mocha tresses back, tendrils of her hair falling back to her shoulders, some remaining stubbornly unparted atop her head. Amanda leaned farther back into her chair, scanning the high traffick cafe' for someone. Someone with the spark of genuine kindness and affection in their eye that she knew she would need.
She dropped her shoulders and lifted the final coffee out of the composite holder, three empty carafee's staring back at her, empty cups lined neatly behind the moldy brown colored holder. Slowly, she tilted the now cold liquid back, enjoying the bitter sweet taste that swept her tounge.
Things needed to change.
