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the coffee shop 『☕』

hello people!! another day another drabble :) this one is really sweet and fluffy, make sure to comment what you think and live a note <3

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I sat at the table in the corner of my small town cafe. I was sipping my favourite sweet hot chocolate with marshmellows, while I scraped my pencil on the page of my notebook. This was my casual activity during rainy days like this one. The sound of the raindrops hitting the coffee shop windows stimulating my creativity. I drew random people that came here, making a collection of strangers in my notebook. I enjoyed that, observing small details about people's appearance, imagining how they life might look like, then looking proudly at their copy on my pages. 

I hear the bell hanging on the cafe's door ringing, signalizing a new customer. I look up from my drawings to look at the person, and the world around me goes quiet. It's a boy, looking my age, but oh God, he's beautiful. He's my definition of beauty in a man. His shaggy light brown hair slightly wet and messy from the wind. He's wearing a brown vintage-looking leather jacket and some dark blue jeans. His style is exactly what I like. He's just intriguing me.

I suddenly shake off from my daze and look back at my drawings. Perfect, I just finished the cute old lady sitting next to the door, now I have a particularly interesting candidate to portrait.

I watch the boy take his order and to my surprise, he ordered the same thing as me: hot chocolate with marshmellows. Fortunately, he sits down at the table literally in front of mine. I quickly look down, to avoid him catching me staring. I take a sip of my chocolate to seem more natural. It looks like he isn't suspicious of me, at least I hope so.

After a few minutes of pretending I have zero interest in him, I find the courage to look at him again. My eyes go wide as coins when I see him scribbling something in a notebook. After the amezment leaves my brain, I decide it's the perfcet time to stat drawing him.

And so I do. I pay attention to every little detail. I draw his furrowed in focus brows, his puffy hair, the shape of his jacket, his perfectly sharp nose and smooth delicate hands, one of them working carefully with a pencill.

When I finish his portrait, I look at him one more time, to make sure I got everything right. But this time insted of his forehead, I meet his eyes. We're staring attentively at eachoter, both frozen. Is he surprised too? Or did he know I was looking at him the whole time?

My heart starts beating incredibly fast when he lifts his notebook and turns it my way. My mouth almost falls open when I see myself on the page. He laughs softly at my reaction, but I waste no time in lifting my notebook and turning it his way, to show him indeed, his own self on the paper.

His eyes just go wide and he smiles brightly, I smile back, feeling something warm fluttering in my chest and stomach.

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midnight thoughts ☾

hey guys!! so this is my first drabble im publishing here, i hope u like it and tell me what u think and what would u like to read next!

have a lovely day \(˵ˆ ³ˆ˵)/

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i closed the door to my house as quietly as possible, trying to not wake anyone up. then i walk down the same familiar path i choose to go through almost every night.

right, forward, old house, miss Green, mister Smith, playground, preschool, blue house, and finally, the small lake that opens the park.

i walk into the park, looking down at my dirty converse shoes. they've seen it all, i think. i see my favourite bench under the big tree that's making an umbrella with it's large branches covered with leaves. i sit down and bring my feet up to the bench, pulling ma legs into my chest and hugging my knees. 

as i am drifting away as always, looking at the dark lake glistening slightly from the moonlight, i hear footsteps. i look that way and i see a dark human posture coming my way. my heart skips a beat and i instinctivly get nervous. i have never encountered anyone during my night trips, so this seems dangerous. i'm alone in an empty park, a girl, with nothing with me besides the keys to my house. congratufuckinglations.

but it's too late to do anything right now, the person is already a few steps away from me. if i'm about to die right now, i will die. 

the mysterious man sits on the other end of the bench. as i look closer, i can see that it's a boy. he looks in fact young, maybe even my age. that calms my nerves a little bit. he doesn't say anything, just looks at the water in a similar way to me.

i'd gladly come back to watching the lake but i can't take my eyes off of him. he's mesmerizing. he's wearing baggy black cargo pants and a big black hoodie, with the hood thrown over his head. when i bring my eyes down, i see him wearing the same converse shoes as me, also looking like they've been through a lot. i can see the side of his face, his sharp jawline, smooth skin glistening in the moonlight, perfect nose and those shimmering dark eyes. he seems relaxed, like he doesn't care. even a tiniest little smile hanging on his lips.

he must have felt my gaze on him, beacuse he turned his head towards me. he doesn't say anything. then he reaches his hand out, as if he's offering me to take it. at first i think he's mad, what is he thinking? that he can just come up to a girl in the middle of the night and ask her to take his hand? 

but all my curses towards him disappear, when i take his hand. he pulls me gently closer to him, so that we're sitting side to side, knees touching. i feel weirdly at peace. all the anxiety that i came here with going away when i rest my head on his shoulder. 

i start staring at the lake again, this time more calmly, not so aggressively. he stares at the water too, i think. and we stay like that, until i push myself closer to him and wrap my hands around him and i feel him embrace me back. i hear every noise going down, feeling completely relaxed, my body letting loose as i melt into him. i feel myself falling fast asleep.

the next thing i remember is waking up on the bench, although not exactly the same as i fell asleep. im sitting on it, just leaning on the side of the metal arm. it's already day, something about noon, the sun is at it's highest and it's hurting my eyes. it's really warm and i hear kids laughing and people talking. everyone is acting normal, doing some daily activities. some people walk past me with their dogs, other with bags from the grocery store. some sit on the grass and talk or read books. other dogs are swimming in the lake chasing the ducks. and i just sit there, watching the water again, now glistening from the sunlight.

and then it hits me. the boy. where is he?

i look further across the lake, there is a bench, exactly the same as mine, just on the other side, like a mirror reflection.

but it's covered in shadow, when mine is shining in the sun.

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[lilyy43]

about me

i write a lot of stuff but most are kept to myself, tho lately ive been thinking ab publishing them; so here i am.

i write lots of short stories that are fictional, i use a lot of emotions and psychological stuff. every short drabble ictures different feelings, so im sure u'll find sth for urself :))

my writing is often based on true events; not only mine, but stories ive heard and things i observe, there is often sth in my stories thats real.

as u can see now, i dont rlly use punctation marks and stuff and i shorten a lot of words but that doesn’t happen in my writing so dw.

tbh my writing is sometimes kinda depressing, because i use it to cope with my emotions. also, i write like without shame, ik a lot of people are like ‘dont write explicit content about underaged characters!!’ and i think thats right when ur writing about people who are real, like fanficiton. but i write about my original charactes and i want to show the real perspectives of life so.. yea.

im open to write fanfiction!! when i was younger i used to read 1D fanfics all the time... now i got into kpop a little, my ult is enha <3 so my fellow engenes, if u'd like a specific scenario, im up to write it for u!

well that was mostly ab my writing not me, but if u wanna know more specifically about me then go ahead and ask!

okay thank u, have a great day and bye :)

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