Don Flack stared at the bowl of Cheerios in front of him.
He missed Audrey's half-burnt bacon and eggs.
He couldn't forget their mornings in his apartment.
He was usually grumpy to get out of bed, she would tilt her head and smile at him like she was amused, "What?" He would mumble. She would laugh, throwing some Cheerios at him then he would throw some from his bowl to her.
The Cheerios war would always end up with a kiss.
She always cleaned up the mess and kiss him goodbye to work.
He misses her so much.
He hated himself to be so stupid to tell those lies he knew would hurt her.
He regretted everything he told her that night they broke-up:
"Aud, we need to talk." He said as they sat down on a bench in Central Park.
"Oh, okay." She smiled.
"I don't think we shouldn't be together anymore."
"Oh." She stared at the ground "Well, at least I need to know why, right?"
Don didn't say anything. He just didn't want her to love him that much. He knew his job always delayed their dates and she would always understand, but he didn't want to disappoint her again and again.
"Is there…" She asked gently, "someone else?" Her voice was a little shaky.
"Yeah," He lied, "there is."
"Oh," She laughed, "She must be perfect and lucky!"
"She is." Don lied again. 'She' never existed.
"Good for you Don. Good for you." She smiled, understandingly, "At least we're still friends, right?" Her last hope…
"…" He still didn't respond.
Her smile faded, patting his arm, she stood up, putting on her Dior shades, "See you around then."
He swore he saw a tear drop down her eye.
"See you around…"