she waits in the coffee shop that was always theirs in hopes fate might make an exception and bring her back.
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routine that keeps her coming to the same coffee shop.
can’t be it. She hasn’t been hopeful about anything in years.)
tower necklace hangs from her neck in the same spot that it’s been since she
locket – it opens but she hasn’t had the courage to pry it apart since just
after graduation. She knows what kind of demons lurk inside the closed, gold
walls of it and she’s not eager to let them out any time soon. Not again.
fingers rise up and drag across the ridges of the locket. It’s been years and
it still aches every time she touches it. Maybe that’s why she’s never gotten
the courage to take it off. It might weigh heavy against her chest but it’s a
weight she’s willing to bear because she doesn’t know what it’s like to be
without it. To exist without the constant ache in her chest, the constant
feeling that she’s missing something.