Property of Philip Edwards

"I want to break up. I'm done with you, your attitudes, and how you never give me any attention or love." The love of my life said to me as we sat down on the old chairs of the small bakery in the middle of Indianapolis. We've been coming here for years since we first got together about 4 years ago. Tyler. The name of the man I thought I was going to marry and spend the rest of my life with. He had jet black hair and his dark brown eyes went well with his face. The jawline, carved the rest of his face making his small lips look plumper than usual.

Instead of reacting or saying anything back to him, I was memorizing his face as if it was the first time I was seeing it... or the last.

"Nothing to say. As always. I expect nothing less, Miles. I love you and I wanted you to show it, show that you love me... but I'll never get that back. All I ask for is some time, but you couldn't even give that to me." The truth spilled from his lips as he talked to me about our years together. Four years, four fucking years. Shit Miles...

"I'm sorry y-you feel that way-." That was all I said as he looked at me as if I said something ridiculous. He scoffed before answering back to me. He dropped the empty cup back down on the table before cupping his cheeks and then returning his focus back to me as he spoke.

"I'm not one of your colleagues, I'm not one of your friends. I'm your boyfriend! For god sake, speak to me as if I was your lover!" His voice suddenly raised higher, earning looks from neighboring people. I sat straight in my seat and let go of the chair. I didn't know what to say, there was nothing to say to someone who blames you for everything. I thought I was doing it right?

"Tyler, please. Can we talk about this at home?" I meant the apartment we shared in the city. We got a place a little while before graduating from college at the University of Indianapolis. I tried to relax my hand on top of his but he was quick to remove his and stood up rather quickly from his seat.

"Don't. I'm moving out. I'm sorry Miles but I can't do this anymore. Goodbye." Were the final words he told me before disappearing from the bakery and my life. I laid back in the rusted old chair before running my own hand through my curly light brown hair. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I could see the owner coming towards my small table by the window.

"The coffee is on the house love, you should go home and get some sleep." Ms. Mabel told me as she took the empty cups and laid her soft hands on top of mine with a light squeeze. I gave her a small sad smile before returning to my wandering. I was just looking at the people of the city, they walked by just minding their own business, going wherever they needed to go, without a care in the world. I wanted that.

After what felt like a few seconds but was 25 minutes, I got up from the seat with a squeak and left the shop. I waved to Ms. Mabel before actually leaving through the front doors decorated with silly decorations. I fished my car keys from my pocket before unlocking the doors and trying to drive away from the heartbreak that I felt.

We all know that heartbreaks have no destination, only targets.

"Is that my favorite son?" I heard the familiar voice call out from the kitchen.

"Your only son. Hey dad." I said with no emotion as my body couldn't handle happiness right now.

"Why so monotone? Are you ok? Where's Tyler, I thought you guys went for coffee?" He asked so many questions, but that's what dads do. I was saved from the internal and external embarrassment when I heard Pom Pom barking from the other side of the house. I saw her tiny legs run up to me, she was a 2-year-old Pomeranian my dad and I rescued and got to keep.

"Pom Pom! My beautiful girl, how are you?" I picked her up and instantly felt better, she had that power of making you forget anything bad and putting you in such a great mood.