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rewrite of an old drabble I had started.
I grinned as I walked through downtown, the cool December wind flushing my cheeks as I made my way towards the cafe. I was meeting Malice for lunch to celebrate her birthday. I clutched a purple paper bag in my right hand. It contained art supplies—her birthday present.
I got to the cafe and walked inside, smiling as I spotted Anthony behind the counter. Anthony saw me and returned my smile. I walked over to him and grinned.
“What can I do for you, Maddam?” He said with a cheesy British accent (though, I found it quite appealing). 
“I’m having lunch with the birthday girl,” I said, holding up the bag.
For a moment, I thought I saw something flash across Anthony’s face. As if he knew something I didn’t. He quickly grinned again, easily leaning over the counter to place a soft peck on my forehead. “I’m sure she’ll love it.”
I grinned, my cheeks flushed from more than just the cold air, and walked over to grab a table in the corner by the window; our usual seat. I shrugged off my coat, revealing a cute white dress—one of the only dresses that I’d gotten from a photo shoot that I actually liked.
I held the bag in my lap as I glanced out the window, smiling up at Kalvin as he brought me a hot chocolate—my usual.
I took a sip of my drink as I waited.
My drink was cold. The warm air inside the cafe felt cold. 
Malice would disappear for several days at a time. She didn’t think I would notice, but she was wrong.
When no one wants to talk to you, you tend to start observing people and things.
On any other day when we didn’t see each other, she would always reply to my texts and answer my calls. But there were times when she wouldn’t. Sometimes, it would just be a day—or even just part of one. But sometimes it was four or five days…A week and a half, once. 
They seemed to get longer and longer—the disappearances. 
I clutched the art supplies I’d gotten Malice to my chest, biting my lip to keep the tears at bay. I…I was scared; terrified.
I payed for my hot chocolate and stood, leaving the cafe. It was obvious that Malice wasn’t coming.

rewrite of an old drabble I had started.

I grinned as I walked through downtown, the cool December wind flushing my cheeks as I made my way towards the cafe. I was meeting Malice for lunch to celebrate her birthday. I clutched a purple paper bag in my right hand. It contained art supplies—her birthday present.

I got to the cafe and walked inside, smiling as I spotted Anthony behind the counter. Anthony saw me and returned my smile. I walked over to him and grinned.

“What can I do for you, Maddam?” He said with a cheesy British accent (though, I found it quite appealing).

“I’m having lunch with the birthday girl,” I said, holding up the bag.

For a moment, I thought I saw something flash across Anthony’s face. As if he knew something I didn’t. He quickly grinned again, easily leaning over the counter to place a soft peck on my forehead. “I’m sure she’ll love it.”

I grinned, my cheeks flushed from more than just the cold air, and walked over to grab a table in the corner by the window; our usual seat. I shrugged off my coat, revealing a cute white dress—one of the only dresses that I’d gotten from a photo shoot that I actually liked.

I held the bag in my lap as I glanced out the window, smiling up at Kalvin as he brought me a hot chocolate—my usual.

I took a sip of my drink as I waited.


My drink was cold. The warm air inside the cafe felt cold.

Malice would disappear for several days at a time. She didn’t think I would notice, but she was wrong.

When no one wants to talk to you, you tend to start observing people and things.

On any other day when we didn’t see each other, she would always reply to my texts and answer my calls. But there were times when she wouldn’t. Sometimes, it would just be a day—or even just part of one. But sometimes it was four or five days…A week and a half, once.

They seemed to get longer and longer—the disappearances.

I clutched the art supplies I’d gotten Malice to my chest, biting my lip to keep the tears at bay. I…I was scared; terrified.

I payed for my hot chocolate and stood, leaving the cafe. It was obvious that Malice wasn’t coming.

#Angel #Alice #Malice #Anthony #Kalvin #drabble #angst #old drabble #rewrite #L2M #LTM #Letters to Malice



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