It was an early morning when we stopped by a coffee shop in a secluded alleyway near your neighborhood. The coffee shop was rather spacious with old style and stiff arrangement. We sat at a table in the corner and ordered some drinks and cakes. In between sips, we only looked at each other's face and not much words came out of our mouths. We should have known each other's feeling as we have been rehearsing such last day syndrome together for quite some time. The feeling of uncertainty kept me asking; why so fast and when is next. I didn't know any ways to approach those questions. I just knew my coffee tasted really bitter and I hoped yours did not.
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