"In this world, nothing ever lasts. That's common knowledge," the young students at the table beside mine said as they were practicing their research.
They do have a point, though.
But somehow, somewhere, with the unknown beneath us with each step that we make, someone is fulfilling the dreams I cannot reach.
If strangers were able to make it, maybe I could, too. And with this, maybe there could be a reason on why I should continue living. Maybe with this, if I continue this questionable phenomenon called 'life'; I would have a reason to not end it right here, right now.
As I sit alone with my thoughts, a voice led me out. A glimpse of hope, or maybe not.
"Ah, there you are, #######! I was so worried, I thought you didn't come to our date for a second."
Date... yes, that's right. This is supposed to be a date. This is supposed to be me, with the girl of my dreams―the girl who I told him about. But why do I not care anymore?
Why does my heart yearn and waver elsewhere, when the girl I told him about, whom I said was going to marry, is right in front of me?
"I'm sorry, Enerin. I don't think we're right for eachother. Let's break up." I excused myself and gave her money for the bill of what we ordered. Then, I turned away without looking back.
"What?! #######! YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Enerin said. She had become outraged. And rightfully so.
The other customers were staring, hearing Enerin's angered voice. I looked at the table beside ours―the table where the students were, the ones who said that nothing is eternal. By now, they were looking at me in disgust. Perhaps they thought I broke up with Enerin for no reason at all.
They can think whatever they want. I already lost my only hope, anyway.
Once I exited the café and reached my car, I checked my phone and saw that Enerin had bombarded me messages already.
"HEY!"
"#######, YOU ASSHOLE! YOU LEFT ME HERE, ALL ALONE?!"
"WHAT'S YOUR DEAL?!"
I sent her a paragraph, saying how I don't think I can focus on our relationship right now and that we're over, especially after what happened.
It was never a date―it was me telling her it's over.
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When I finally arrived home, I slept on my bed and cried myself to sleep.
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"what the hell...?"
I was at my college.
The college where everything started going downhill.