Let Me Be Your Home

ed to seeing. It was a small town so I figured everyone here was familiar

y chocolate milkshake. I looke

make up stories about their lives. My life was one big and meaningless disappointment. It

boy was a mess, frankly. He had ketchup on the corners of his mouth. His burger fell apart in his hands, his chocolate shake dripping dow

and making fluttery eyes at one other. They were in a relationship, love-sick and very comfortable with PDA. Across from them

happy

dwich sat in front of him. He looked very focused on his book that must've been very interesting. I guess books could be thou

r hands intertwined. Wow, who would think relationships las

ou anything

maybe sixty. His head was slightly balding and he wore glasses low on his n

and shook my head, smiling out of

ention to my cho

very

d people until I had nothing left to think about but my chocolate milkshake - that almost made me wan

me often. It was a very tempting thought - a thought

me anything that made

ering star we call Earth was simply because I was

find a meaning behind m

was I still here? I hardly had any willingness to continue breathing. I was merely just subsisting, floating through life with hardly a thought in my head. Somehow I figure, that if ther

, who I was sure was the owner of this diner, was now talking to a man who had just come in. He was

e guy beside me had a deep and masculine voice. He

out a stool that was one

ed him with a neighbourly smile. Made sense - sma

my life. The thought of it made me want to laugh- I could not imagin

oa tonight. Thanks." This time, D

walked off, going beh

e chocolaty goodness. It felt nice to take a minute to appreciate the sweetness of wha

iate how modernized this diner was. If it were r

could have burned holes through the surface. As if t

ally

else." Ben slid a mug of hot cocoa toward dean. He

t? Get you an

at the man. I forced a tight smi

a smile befor

—but p

e was invit

r or two older than me. His brown hair was swept upwards, towards the side. His eyes were

irk laid on his fac

face straight. "Would

is eyes settled on me once again. "Is

ng my eyes. "Then clearly I look more inviting than I

fact, he looked more beguile "Polite one m

anything, it's a little creepy." Why was he talking t

shaking his head lightly.

y head and resumed staring at my milkshake. I sipped the last of it bef

Dean spoke again. "Are you on

en guys lik

swoon over their mediocre attempts to be flirty. God

have time

put it, I didn't have

owed. "Cancel my subscription. You

, I