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Feb 5
They were in a cafe, drinking hot cappuccino and cold macchiato at 8 p.m. It's the same cafe when he asked her to be his girlfriend a year ago. The boy kept looking down to his phone without giving a **** about a girl in front of him.

"Should we break up?" She asked, tried to break the silence.

He finally looked up from his phone, "What? But why?"

"I don't think we can hold onto this relationship any longer,"

"You know it's been a hard time for me, why can't you understand?" He raised the tone of his voice.

She shook her head, "You always do this."

"Do what?"

She sighed softly, "You always wanted me to understand you,"

He laughed, "Isn't that what couples should do?"

"But I need you to understand me too," She held her tears.

He grabbed her hands, "Babe, I'm sorry. You know I love you right? There's no day that passing by without me getting worried about how was your day, how have you been, I always care about--"

"You can't tell people you care about them just because you feel like you will lose them.
You can't tell people you care about them and after that treat them like ****.
You can't tell people you love them if you don't mean it.
You can't tell people you need them but you treat them like an option.
You can't lie to make people feel better.
You can't do these things just because they make you feel better.
You can't just throw people away and want them back, then act like nothing happened." She cried.

"I'm tired, I don't think I want to continue this toxic relationship with you, I need to stop.
I hope you'll be happy with the girl that you always talked with on your phone.
I hope you'll be happy cause she gave you everything I didn't give.
I hope you'll be happy cause I completely understand.
She can replace me from your priority, that means she's so important for you right?"

He was about to open his mouth but she shut him up,
"Don't you dare to tell me how bad you want me to stay.
Don't you dare to tell me you're sorry for everything that you've done.
Don't you dare to promise me anything that you can't keep.
Don't you dare to tell me you still need me.
Don't you dare to tell me you love me and I'm your everything.
Stop those lies right here, I'm done.
Thanks for everything that you gave to me and I'm sorry i couldn't give you what you've always wanted."

She stood up and took her phone from the table, left him with two cups of their favorite coffee.
just another cliche story
Novella Arrdea
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Novella Arrdea  16/F/Yogyakarta, Indonesia
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