Coffee Talk - Part 1 (Chpt.9)

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"Should I really?" I talk to myself, my phone in both hands whilst laying down on my sofa.

I keep staring at my phone, something I have been doing already for about 30 minutes. I am not a very decisive person, so it takes me more time to do such a trivial thing.

I'm looking at his kakaotalk and, as the procrastinator that I am, I start checking at his profile. He looks as good as always on his profile pictures.

I close my eyes, with my hand on top for a pitch-black atmosphere. My mouth curves up at the mere thought of writing the message and hitting send.

Why is it so difficult to do?

Sitting up abruptly, I try to wake myself by patting my cheeks with both of my hands. "Just do it." I take a deep breath and bite my lip. "Don't think it too much" convincedly, I nod and start typing out.

I erase it

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I erase it.

No, no, no

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No, no, no. I erase it again.

"AGH!" I shout, frustrated on how to begin

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"AGH!" I shout, frustrated on how to begin.

"Heeee....lloooo..." dictating out loud, I type. "I... saaaaw... you... left yourrr...."

No.

I sigh.

And drop myself to the floor.

"It's just a message!" I encourage myself.

The butterflies kick in one more time as soon as I begin to type for the last time. This time convinced.

I click send, screaming inside

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I click send, screaming inside.

My hands tremble, and I - not wanting to see any reply yet - close the app and lock my phone

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My hands tremble, and I - not wanting to see any reply yet - close the app and lock my phone. I throw it out on the sofa and stand up - moving around to shake my nervousness off.


Buzz.


Buzz. Buzz.


I freeze. "That quickly?" I think to myself.

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