Coffee - Chapter Seven
Belle, lonely and hurting inside, walked through the cold midnight air in Salem Park as the tree leaves swayed back and forth from the light breeze. She pulled her coat tightly against her body to stop from shivering as a single tear dropped from her eye and landed safely on her dampened wrist.
An hour had passed since her confrontation with Shawn. Her view of Shawn had been demolished as well as her faith in love.
Belle soon arrived at her apartment building. She went to the elevator, pushed the round button with a 4 on it, and patiently waited for the door to open.
Several minutes passed.
"Oh why not. It might do me some good." pondered Belle.
Belle went up the stairs.
When she got to her door, her feet were sore. She was exhausted.
She stepped inside, took her heels off and closed the door.
It felt good to have the soft feeling teasing her feet as she made her way into the bedroom. Belle immediately slipped out of her dress and into an old tee shirt and a pair of jean shorts. She raked her curls back and pulled them up into a tight ponytail.
Belle gazed at her reflection in the mirror.
"Gee, no wonder a guy has fallen in love with me. I'm a complete mess. I'm fat and I'm ugly."
Belle sunk to the floor as the tears fell once again from her eyes.
Belle cradled herself as more tears fell.
"I have to stop crying. No guy is worth crying over." She thought.
Belle weakly raised herself to the bed and she crawled in under the covers.
As soon as she was comfortable, the door bell rang.
"Oh no. Who could that be at this hour?"
Belle placed her feet on the floor and walked out the bedroom to answer the door.
Belle turned the chilled knob.
"You?"
Belle, lonely and hurting inside, walked through the cold midnight air in Salem Park as the tree leaves swayed back and forth from the light breeze. She pulled her coat tightly against her body to stop from shivering as a single tear dropped from her eye and landed safely on her dampened wrist.
An hour had passed since her confrontation with Shawn. Her view of Shawn had been demolished as well as her faith in love.
Belle soon arrived at her apartment building. She went to the elevator, pushed the round button with a 4 on it, and patiently waited for the door to open.
Several minutes passed.
"Oh why not. It might do me some good." pondered Belle.
Belle went up the stairs.
When she got to her door, her feet were sore. She was exhausted.
She stepped inside, took her heels off and closed the door.
It felt good to have the soft feeling teasing her feet as she made her way into the bedroom. Belle immediately slipped out of her dress and into an old tee shirt and a pair of jean shorts. She raked her curls back and pulled them up into a tight ponytail.
Belle gazed at her reflection in the mirror.
"Gee, no wonder a guy has fallen in love with me. I'm a complete mess. I'm fat and I'm ugly."
Belle sunk to the floor as the tears fell once again from her eyes.
Belle cradled herself as more tears fell.
"I have to stop crying. No guy is worth crying over." She thought.
Belle weakly raised herself to the bed and she crawled in under the covers.
As soon as she was comfortable, the door bell rang.
"Oh no. Who could that be at this hour?"
Belle placed her feet on the floor and walked out the bedroom to answer the door.
Belle turned the chilled knob.
"You?"