Dead again

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The time clocked 12:45pm when I stepped out into the afternoon sun from my apartment. I placed my cap which I had in my hand on my head. There was only one thing I hated about this city. During summer, it was usually too hot and during winter, it was usually too cold.
I contemplated going out because I only felt that I’m going to die, I don’t know how or when. that I should at least see my favorite spot of the city before I die. The beach. I loved everything about the beach, from the feel of its sand on my feet to the color of the sea to its smell mixed with the cold air it generates and its never ending length that ends up meeting with the sky at some point.
  I stood at the edge of the busy road. Should I flag down a taxi or not. A car accident death would be painful. I will just walk. I shook my head sadly. I would avoid everything now.

***
I took a sip of my coffee and I stared at Betty, she was fiddling with her phone. “Betty.” I called to gain her attention. She dropped her phone on the table. “I have something to tell you.”
“Okay, tell me.”
I took a deep breath. “Let’s break up.” I finally said. I could see a mixture of confusion and shock written all over face. 
It took about a minute or two before she could talk. “So this.” She pointed to the coffee cup on the table. “The movie, my favorite restaurant was all compensation for what you are saying now?”
“You can’t understand Betty.” Should I tell her or not“I have something going on.”
“Like what?” She crossed her arms. “Tell me, I’m listening.”
I grabbed the coffee cup in front of me and I fiddled with the handle. I dropped my head, I sighed. I raised my head and I stared right into her eyes. We didn’t say anything for few seconds.
“I’m waiting Chris. You don’t love me anymore or you have another girl or you are leaving? You have to say something for me to be able to do something.”
I sighed again still staring at her face. “I can’t do this again Betty, something have changed. I don’t feel the same way anymore.” I finally said.
She continued to stare at me, expressionless. After some seconds, she closed her eyes and she opened them. “So what was today for Chris, last supper? This? Us sitting here across each other like this?
I couldn’t reply. I didn’t want to make the matter worse.
“Answer me Chris, don’t just drop this on me and stay silent.”
“I’m sorry Betty. I really am.”
She just stared at me. It was a surprise she didn’t cry, knowing how emotional she was.
She grabbed her bag and stood from her seat. “Goodbye Chris, Let’s not meet again. Ever.” She left the table.
I closed my eyes and placed my palm on my face.
“Chris.”
I removed my hands from my face quickly on hearing Betty’s voice. “What are you-” She grabbed my coffee cup from the table and threw its contents on my face.
“If I didn’t do that, I won’t sleep tonight. I hope you die Chris.” She dropped the cup, turned and walked out of the restaurant.
I sighed as I grabbed a hand towel and I dabbed my face with it. I also picked up my phone from the table and cleaned the coffee drops smeared around it. I pressed the power button. The time was 8pm. “Maybe it was a joke after all.” Truth be told, I avoided everything. I had not taken any taxi today, at the beach I steer clear the sea. One side of me hoped that I would get past 12am today, tomorrow and the next.