Be my friend, hold me, wrap me up, unfold me. I am small and needy. Warm me up and breathe me
You've just started to feel settled now, after almost six months away from the place you swore you'd never leave simply because of the precious memories it holds. You've almost gotten over the bitter parting from your best friend, although her face as she realises you're pushing her away still haunts your sleep occasionally. You're not happy though, although admitting this to yourself or anyone is an impossibility.
You feel horribly guilty. The sort of guilt that eats away at you as you sleep. You see the same guilt reflected in his eyes as you occasionally catch eachothers gaze and it's then that you realise the mess you have caused and you ache to turn it back to before you chased him and made him yours.
But as you sit alone at the table and sip at your drink it's not that guilt that runs around in your mind. It's the constant longing to be back home and near to her that you can't get out of your mind. You think that maybe you have pushed her away too much this time.
You frown as an unrecognised number flashes on your phone for the third time in a brief few minutes and with a disgruntled sigh you reluctantly answer it, if only to make the shrill ring stop. If you had been paying attention you might have noticed the devastation in the voice that talks quickly back at you but instead you snap, confused at his need to contact you as you bark down the phone to him.
But then your heart is seemingly in your mouth and you wonder how many more seconds you will manage to keep down the hot liquid drink you have just consumed. The bustle of the coffee shop becomes a blur and the noises just buzz around your ear.
You drop your phone in shock and it tumbles down to the floor, crashing loudly at your feet but you do not even notice. You can't stop the images from flashing across your mind. Dancing in front of you, teasing and taunting because you could have stopped this but instead you ran.
In what was only a second but to you feels like a lifetime you are up from your seat, grabbing your phone and bag, not caring as it catches on the seat and pulls it over, your need to get to where she is too overwhelming as you break into a desperate run.