The bell above the door chimed softly as Samuel stepped inside, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee wrapping around him with an old, familiar embrace.
He shuffled to his usual spot by the window, the one with the best view of the bustling street outside. And, as always, he ordered two cups of coffee—one black, one with just a dash of milk.
The waitress, a young woman with kind eyes and an understanding smile, never asked why. She simply placed both cups on the table, murmured her usual, “Here you go, Sam,” and walked away.
Samuel sat there, hands wrapped around his cup, watching the world pass by through the fogged-up window. He could still see her there, across from him—the way she used to rest her chin on one hand, stirring her coffee absentmindedly with the other.
He smiled faintly, remembering how she’d always teased him about ordering the same thing every day. And he’d laugh, because it was true. He liked routine. He liked knowing she’d always be there, sitting across from him.
But now, the seat in front of him remained empty. It had been two years since she was gone, but Samuel still ordered her coffee. He couldn’t bear the thought of the table with only one cup sitting there.
He reached for the cup meant for her, fingers trembling slightly as he traced the rim. He never drank it, just let it sit there, letting the steam rise and vanish into the air. It was enough to imagine, just for a little while, that she was still with him.
Outside, life carried on. People hurried past the café window, chasing buses, checking their watches, lost in the urgency of their lives. But inside, time moved differently. Slowly. Softly.
Samuel sighed and glanced down at the coffee across from him, still untouched, still waiting.
Maybe one day he’d stop ordering it. Maybe one day he’d sit at a different table, or come at a different time, or maybe even stay home altogether.
But not today. Today, he let the coffee sit, let the memory linger, and let himself believe—just for a moment—that love never truly dies.
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