I.
I could still remember the first time I saw you.
How could I not? You knocked the breath out of me, with your beautiful, sparkling hazel eyes and your smile – your gorgeous fucking smile- that could chase any demons away, even mine. I still remember you behind the counter that separated us in the coffee shop, with your hair bunched up in a messy bun on the top of your head, with a few soft tendrils framing your face. I still remember your olive green tee, dark wash jeans and black apron, splattered with stains from whatever drinks you made that day.
I still remember how everything seemed meaningless as soon as my eyes fell on you. The ambient sound in the small coffee shop on campus was non-existent; it was like I became deaf. I stood in the line, enraptured by your charm, attracted to you like a moth to a flame. I remember feeling as if time had stopped, like the only thing that ever mattered was right there in front of me. Time didn't matter, and your eyes finally met my dark ones with that brilliant smile of yours.
No words can describe, my love, how much your smile affected me when you directed it at me. The warmth it sent to my heart, it was overwhelming, yet comforting. How can your smile bring this kind of reaction out of me? If I thought I knew what happiness felt like before, I never knew what would hit me when I met you. I was so blinded by your sunshine I didn't even hear you calling out to me the first time. I can still remember the rush of heat that flooded my face, turning my whole face and ears red in embarrassment.
"Sorry." I told you, not trusting myself to say more.
"No worries! What can I get for you?" you asked, your sweet voice was like fucking music from heaven to my ears.
"Just a large black, thank you."
"Sure, give me a minute. Hum, can I get your name?" I could now see some freckles lightly peppering your nose and cheeks.
"Ben." The small grin you gave me made my stomach flutter. You turned around and I made my way to the end of the counter, and you came back with my coffee. I gave you a small nod in thanks, and you gave me a shy smile before greeting your next customer.
I walked out the shop, taking a deep breath of air thinking what the fuck just happened in there? I took a sip of what I still think was the best coffee of my life, and something on the side of the cup caught my attention.
Ben – Dinner sometime? Rey
You left your phone number, and never did I think I'd be given the chance to love you.
Hello everyone,
I wish to thank you for taking the time to even click on this story. I previously posted it as a one-shot on here, but after publishing it on Archive of our Own, I have decided to split it in moments. This also gave me the time to edit and correct some mistakes I made.
I also want to mention that a couple chapters talk about miscarriage (chapters 6 and 7), and involves the death of characters(Chapters 8 and 9) . I just want to forewarn you as it may be triggering for yourself, and I want to make sure you are prepared.
I hope you enjoy this little drabble.
Best,
Sobogan.