Dawn.

hi, just to let you know, this is not Alone. This is just a drabble.

A short, random story that popped into my head when i was in the kitchen.

Enjoy. :)

She sighs. Fingers tapping on the keyboard waiting for the 

mystery man to come online.

Restless, she flicks from one screen to another on her ipad, listening

as the seconds ticked by.

She remembered how they met, at the cafe down the road.

He was staring at her. And she? Her head was full of another boy.

One who had kissed her and left without saying goodbye.

Her heart ached with the memories of it. Hot, passionate kisses that meant

the world to her but nothing to him.

It was all gone now. He'd taken everything away with him. All he left was

the fragments of her broken heart, scattered on the floor.

She wanted to cry herself sleep, swear and curse him with all her might.

But she could not. It was not like her to do so.

She was, always, always miss perfect. The one that held it together. 

The one that never got her heart broken. The rational one who was calculative

enough to choose the right people and yet naively romantic while managing not 

to get hurt.

Or so people thought.

She huddled up in her bed, refusing to shed tears. It was her motto.

The one she kept telling herself. He doesn't know how to appreciate you. So get over him!

But it was not as easy as she'd thought it'd be.

And then he came in. He found her at the cafe, sipping coffee, reading a newspaper,

her thoughts scrambled with confusion.

Hi, he'd said. And she'd looked up, surprised at being approached. Because she was always

with the girls and she never got the boy.

Hey, she'd replied and they both made the dutiful introductions. 

Moments later, she was laughing, 

the boy from the previous day gone out of her head.

It felt good to forget him. To stop hating herself for once. 

It was stupid, stupid what she'd done for him.

And she was scared. Because she knew she'd do it again if life pressed rewind.

So she revelled in her new-found attention. The boy who knew nothing but made her laugh.

And she felt like there was hope after all. 

That same boy was keeping her waiting now. She sighed and looked at her fingers.

Moving the mouse, she was about to exit the page when a ping sounded.

A smile grew on her lips as she registered his name. Justin was here. And the sun shone again.