Minhyuk's girlfriend has dumped him 2 weeks ago.

Small Cafe. White chair. Table with out names engraved in it. I'm alone.

Raindrops keep falling and crashing against the hard, cold ground. Old pendulum clock is saying that it's already past 8 in the evening. Brown liquid is quickly spreading delicious scent in this small place as if wanting to show it's mighty power over other – weaker – scents. Some might say that the scent is same everywhere. Coffee is coffee, right? But the scent is not. This scent has been here when i fell in love, when i broke up and now – when i'm all alone... Again...

Have you tried Latte? Yes, that sweet thing that people love so much. Disgutsting, that's what i call it. Life is bitter and dark like black coffee. I used to hate it's taste. But for some reason i can't start (now even end) my day without it. It feels like the memories take over my brain everytime i order another cup of coffee. She hated it so much. I love it so much. And so I keep staring at the portrait of my face that the coffee has painted. With dark, lightless eyes it is staring back at me.

Someone opens the old wooden doors. Me and the portrait turn our heads to the figure walking into the small cafe. The redhead who orders black coffee without much emotions. Stranger's eyes are dark and lightless  – just like mine. Aren't we pathetic? Giving everything to our so-called ''lovers''. In the end we are just strangers who have said those three ''magical'' words to each other. Unicorns are magical not words, people. And what is love at first sight? ing butterflies in my stomach? Don't make me laugh.

Redhead sits down at the stares at the fresh, hot coffee... Heh, we are the same. At least i thought so.

Stranger finishes his coffee fast and looks at the clock. After letting out sigh he looks at me and... Smiles? What the... He obviously knew that i was looking (by that i mean analyzing every action he made) at him but... Why smile? Don't tell me those butterflies are tickling his stomach.

He grabs his still wet, black umbrella and starts walking closer to the exit. But before walking out he looks at me and smiles, again. And laughs? Maybe about the ridiculous expression that has invaded my face – mouth slighty open and eyes wide open. And he's out of the door. I keep staring at the white chair redhead sat in. Maybe his coffee was poisoned... Yes, it probably was.

I order another black coffee with hopes of mine being poisoned, too. After taking few sips I change my table to one near the window. As far as possible from the usual table. And by far i mean few metres since this really is small coffee. But the distance doesn't matter now. My coffee was poisoned. Am i moving on?

But that stranger... I suppose he's just another stranger in my life...

 

Actually, i wanted to write this about GTOP. But then i couldn't imagine GD being all smiley after a break up xD

Writing is so not my thing -_-