Hailey
That piece of s**t skipped work today. Probably on purpose. Maybe I was jumping to conclusions, but my gut told me otherwise. And the evidence? Two coffee cups sitting just above the dishwasher, stained with remnants of black coffee. He always drank it black and bitter—just like his heart.
Unlike me, he had the habit of waking up early and maintaining a perfectly balanced routine, excelling at everything he set his mind to. Even breaking hearts. I wouldn't be surprised if he had a schedule for which w***e to f**k and when.
The thought that he might consider me one of them left a bitter taste in my mouth, stronger than any coffee.
Fucking piece of s**t.
Leaning against the counter, I took a sip of my probably "overly sweet" coffee—at least, that's what he'd call it. I kept telli
