Can't Move On
Cookiemunster11
Chapter 1: Parody of Yourself in Color.
"Just
living on a Sunday morning
Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and
I just thought I'd think about
All the things to get and keep
getting
Never enough not enough and never ending
I just
thought I'd think about
Just living on a Sunday morning
Got my
toast and tea and I'm warm and
I just thought I'd think about
All the things to get and keep getting
Never enough not
enough and never ending
I just thought I'd think about
And it
might be..."
I sing along to Letters to Cleo, for Sunday it is and I am eating toast. Tea however, will have to wait. I ran out again, I drink too much of it, or so he used to tell me. Before he left me forever. Best friends for a year, then he meets my best mate, runs off with her and pretends I don't exist. That's exactly why I'm alone on this dreadful Sunday morning. I let it slip that I loved him and it all went down hill. The fights, the way he ignores me. It all killed me. But I'm healing slowly.
I finish my toast and discard my robe and night clothes. Shower time. I jump into the hot jet, letting the water cascade over my cold body, letting it soothe my sore muscles. I continue to sing, leaving the radio on louder than it probably should be this time of morning, but frankly, I don't give a damn. James loves me anyway, he wouldn't kick me out if I lit my flat on fire.
James is my landlord, who has in the past year become more of a brother to me. I don't see him much nowadays, that he's starting a new company. I finish rinsing my hair and reach out for a towel, drying off. I cast a look out the window and decide on some dark colors, to match the sky and my mood. I get dressed, black slacks, shirt and grey coat. Perfection in darkness. I grab my keys, purse and walk out the door. I head down the stairs and run into James. Literally. "James!" I exclaim, happy to see my friend again. He gives me a quick hug and peck on the cheek. "Mione." He smiles back at me. "You look...well depressing to be honest, but gorgeous as ever my dear." I smile in return and grab one last hug "I would love to stay and chat, but I need tea before I head off to work." He nods and heads up the stairs. I watch him go, wondering why I couldn't ever snag someone like James.
I leave the apartment and head down the street. "Why should I care?" I begin to question myself. It's his choice, part of my mind tells me. But if he loved you…another part whispers back. I walk down the alley toward a tea shop. Tea would be great right now. I take in my surroundings. A few young children are crowded around the toy shop window, a young couple (obviously on holiday) Look at them bundled up. Bloody hell, it's not that cold. I walk into the tea shop "Tea for Two" as it's so cleverly called, though I only ever order tea for one. I take my usual seat, three seats from the right, up at the counter. "'Ello darling", the waitress says. She's new, I think inwardly. "Hello. Can I get a Tea for One to-go please?" I ask. She nods and walks off. I hear him enter, walk across the shop and sit down next to me. I don't say anything. Gloria. I read on her name tag. Explains the accent. I grab my tea and pay her. I head out the door and feel his hand wrap around my wrist. "Where do you think you're going so fast? What's better than here?" He pulls me against him and I hear his voice in my ear as he speaks. "Anywhere's better than here." I whisper.