"Ring!" The door was pushed opened.

The smell of coffee wafted through the air as y/n closed her eyes,inhaling the aromatic fragrance. She looked around.

"Didn't change much..."

"One matcha cake and iced americano." Whipping out her credit card.

She chose a seat near the glass windows.

Out of so many cafes why there? Was it a coincidence?

No. Because she missed him.

Everything they did here. Reminded her of him.

She still vividly remember the day he confessed. Right at the same exact spot. His scent still lingers around.

relationship was a mix of every flavour. It started of with sweet. Then bitter. Eventually turned sour.

The couple was a regular customer at the cafe. Their dates were there,even anniversaries to birthday celebration.

Y/n took a book from the shelf and sipped on her americano.

When she flipped open,a polaroid was stuck inside.

Picking it up,she blew the dust away.

Maybe our love withered away because...there wasn't anything left. To keep us. Together.

Our story was nearing the end.