Tal slammed his cup of coffee back down on the table as he remember everything in his life had fallen to pieces before his eyes. It wasn't just anything either, it was something he could have prevented. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a few napkins he had been writing on earlier that week.
"Sometimes I don't like myself," He stated outloud with alittle laugh. He crumbled up the napkins and tossed them across the table so that they landed in the booth that sat empty across from him. He didn't care about the song anymore, he didn't care about how much he missed her. The truth was, she wasn't missing him.
He ran a hand through his tangled hair and stared into the coffee cup that sat inches in front of him. Sighing, he reached out and grabbed onto the white handle. As he lifted it off the table, his hand began to shake rapidly before he dropped the glass onto the table. It shattered into pieces before his eyes, just as his heart was.
Tal pushed the shattered pieces aside, and rested his forehead against the cold table. He loved the coffee shop, he always went there when he was really down, and normally it made him forget everything. Yet, tonight was different, he could tell by the unwanted wave of nausea in the pit of his stomach.
"I don't fucking care, does it look like I care? I just want something to drown my problems in," someone shrieked, making Tal jump out of his relaxing position. "Can't a girl get six cups of coffee at once without getting questioned!"
Tal spun around in the booth to see who was making all the noise in the peaceful shop. "What the hell, Laura?" he questioned when he recognized her familiar blond hair.
She turned around and stared at him with wide-eyes, she hadn't expected anyone she knew to be in the small shop on the corner. But there he was, smiling ever so lightly. "Tal..." she muttered, walking away from the counter in a sort of dazed way.
"You look like hell," He smirked.
"And you don't look any better," She sneered, "What in the world are you doing here."
"I was drinking coffee until..." He looked at the broken cup, "I was drinking coffee."
"Great," She rolled her eyes, before turning and walking away.
"May I ask why your here?" Tal suddenly snapped. Laura stopped, turning back and looking at him with a confused look plastered across her face.
She laughed a little before she spoke, "I'm not sure exactly, I was just about to go over to your house and talk with Gil."
"Oh, Gil isn't at home," Tal stated.
"Really?" Laura spat, "Where is he tonight?"
"Lindsi's house."