InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Cafe In Manahatta ❯ Part Sixteen ( Chapter 16 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: lil6ter
The coffee was hot. Steaming hot as I poured it into his cup. It warmed my hands through the pristine white china. I set it down on his tray, smelling it and closing my eyes. His lips would touch the crisp edge of this cup. The coffee would pour into his mouth and warm it. He would bite into the scone that I have prepared for him with love, care, and extra everything. I set this one aside from the rest. He has been coming to my little cafe every Saturday and Sunday since it opened. He sits in the same place, drinks the same coffee, eats the same scones. He is my beautiful constant, and one day, I will build up the courage I need to go over there and talk to him and stop loving him from afar.

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama / Shoujo | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.17.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 486 | Status: Completed

Disclaimer: I love the only Inuyasha related thing I own. My cute little chibi inu key-chain which lives out its happy life on my iPod making fashion statements everywhere (Ha! Take that Parris Hilton! You want something hot? Then look at my iPod cuz it's so cute and knows how to accessorize.)
 
 
 
 
 
The Café In Manahatta
 
By: lil6ter
 
 
 
Part Sixteen
 
 
“Excuse me?”
 
I felt my cheeks burn up in embracement, and my tongue suddenly felt thick and heavy in my mouth. I was almost sure that I heard the spray of Mr. Simon's coffee behind the roaring in my ears from the blood rushing past them.
 
“Did you just ask if you could put my cloths in a dryer?”
 
“I…well…you're wet.”
 
“You didn't offer to do that for me,” grumbled Mr. Simon.
 
I only felt my cheeks heat more.
 
“I…think that I will make that coffee to go, actually. It's only a little bit of rain.”
 
I found my eyes searching for the windows, only to find what looked like a monsoon ripping through Manhattan. Rain was rushing down awnings in tidal waves that swept the streets clean and filled the gutters with both water and trash.
 
I felt like I was being treated like I was one of those pieces of trash. I felt my heart being carried of by the rain when he left, abandoned to drift down the street as I may. Abandoned and lost.
 
The door slowly closed behind him, and I could feel Mr. Simon's gaze on my form. I silently begged him not to say a thing as I took the now dirty coffee cup to the sink in the back. I put soap into it, and slowly began washing it. Swirling the soap around.
 
Swirling. Swirling. Swirling.
 
My mind was doing the same thing. Spinning. Whirling. Swirling.
 
I had been a fool to say something like that to him. It sounded too presumptuous, and he reacted in the way only proper for a decent man. He didn't say anything so that he wouldn't further cause me discomfort, something that caused me some relief. He didn't argue or verbal attach me. He just simply left.
 
I picked up a towel and hand dried the cup. I didn't feel like putting it in the dishwasher. It was too mechanical: there was no human touch to it. When you hand dried something…it made it seem more personal. Like…there was a homely, comforting feeling to the cup. I liked that for this one. It had been cast aside by my White Rose, and left there by itself. Abandoned and lost. Just like me.
 
I didn't know why I was feeling this way…it wasn't…I had no right to feel this way, yet my shoulders trembled all the same. I couldn't stop the trembling. I couldn't stop myself from thinking that I had made a major mistake. I should have stayed silent. I never should have said something to him. I should have just let him talk to Mr. Simon. I shouldn't feel this way…and I shouldn't feel like my heart was just crushed by the one I loved.
 
The one I love is dead. Dead! He has been dead! For two years! This man is not the man that I love. He…he can't be…he just can't.
 
I felt my knees begin to tremble, and I slipped to the floor, all the while thinking that I didn't love him.
 
Someone wrapped old and wrinkled arms around my upper body to help stop the trembling. We swayed and my tears eventually slowed.
 
I was a fool.
 
I should have never spoken with him.
 
We rocked.
 
I regretted.
 
I'm still that same fool.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
A/N: I'm sorry…but I haven't really been in the online mood lately, and there is a lot of stuff going on. My dad's surgery went well, and I have been spending a lot of my free time over there with him, but I should hopefully be able to do more of the writing thing since everything is getting better with him. Five more days of school before I get a week break, and then I have one more day, and then graduation! Whoo hoo! I am putting off most AR's until the week break I was talking about, but I swear you will get them! Just give me time…I'm not a machine.
 
Thank you so much for all of your support with my dad and otherwise! I lub ya all for it, and it really meant a lot to me! Thanks for the reviews, and keep R and R-ing! (Now I have e-mails to get to…)