Done

I saw him from outside the coffee shop. His shoulders were tense, and he kept on looking towards the door. When I strode in, he immediately got up and waved at me. I walked to him, sat across his seat, and sighed. He sat back down nervously and cradled an empty coffee cup in his hands.

“Well, hello,” he began, his voice shaking.

I shook my head. “You know what I’m going to say, right?”

He fingered his collar as sweat dropped from his forehead. “Yes. Yes. I know it was a mistake, and I don’t, I’ll never-“

I put up a finger to silence him. “I saw you, and you chose to engage in the affair. So no, just stop.”

He leaned back, looking defeated.

“I will not tell your wife about what you did with your other woman today.” He looked up immediately, as if to reply. “I’m not finished.” He fell back, closing his mouth. “I will not bring this up with you again. I will pretend this never happened.” A smile of relief immediately spread across his lips, and I wanted so badly to slap it off him. Instead, I stood up and turned away from him.

“Whatever you plan to do with your life is up to you. I’m done giving you advice you never take. I’m done being there for you when you keep coming back to me with the same problems but never working on solutions. I’m done.”

I looked him in the eye. “The only woman you’re losing here today is me. Goodbye, my former brother. I’m done being a sister to you.”

I walked away from the man I used to call my brother and exited the cafe.

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Image source: deviantart.com/ironicna/art/coffee-138925341
First written April 4, 2018.
In The Coffee Shop, #18
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