FICTION | 1st attempt

He stares at the table top, long tapered fingers tapping lightly on the formica. He was always so cool and collected but right now his brows are creased, deep in thought. I'm getting impatient. I've got nothing to look at so I'm gazing down at my chucks.

"Haven't you got anything to say?" He looks up at me, voice low.
"What do you want me to say? I've told you already," I sigh resignatedly.
"So we're through? Just like that?" He seems genuinely crushed.
He rakes his fingers through his hair. He needs a haircut. The ends are uneven and it gets in the way sometimes when he talks.

I nod and fold my arms across my chest.
"And you're not bothered that this is having any effect on me?" It sounds like an accusation.
And I don't do well with accusations especially when it's coming from him. No more!

"Look, we have differences that we can't sort out so just let it be alrite? You've said what you gotta say and I've said all I have to say. Let's make things easier for both of us," I say.

He's stopped his tapping. "Maybe you're right. Ok, it's over, then."
He pushes his chair back and stands up. "It was good while it lasted."
He grabs his coat and walks out of the cafe.

I'm suppose to be immensely relieved. So I wait and I wait but the feeling doesn't come. I spend an hour in that cafe staring at the empty seat infront of me, feeling numb. My mobile rings.

"Yeah hello?"
"So how'd it go?"
"I don't know. He's left. Went fine, I guess."
"You don't sound fine. Want me to pick you up?"
"Nah, I'll walk home. i need some air."
"Alright I see you in a minute."
"Yeah."