It was most certainly a strange choice to keep returning to the site of your breakup. It had become a weekly ritual for you. 7:08pm every Wednesday night, you went to the restaurant. Always requested the same table. Always ordered the same thing. It brought you a strange comfort.

You told no one. Bad enough that the wait staff gave you strange looks and whispered about you. You’d heard them remarking what a sad sight you were. You didn’t need your friends and family knowing that you were still so stuck. Better for you to sit there alone, clinging to the ghost of him.

help, I’m still at the restaurant, still sitting in a corner I haunt

You still remembered every moment of that night. The way you hadn’t believed him at first when he’d said he’d met someone else, because that had seemed like it had to be a joke. The way your mascara had streaked down your face as you cried. The way he’d walked away from you, as if you meant nothing.

you left me no choice but to stay here forever

You sip your water, stuck in the fantasy of how that night should have gone. You’re so lost in those thoughts, you don’t see him until he’s standing right in front of you, looking every bit as handsome as you remember.

Rafe runs a hand through his hair, shifting his weight as he stares down at you. This was the last place he’d expected to see you. The memory of that night is still fresh in his mind, the devastated look in your eyes still haunted him.

“Hi” you say softly, breaking the uncomfortable silence. Your smile doesn’t quite reach the corners of your mouth, and he knows it’s fake. The fact you feel the need to pretend with him unsettles him.

“Hi, I was just meeting a client” He offers, giving you a sad smile. Against his better judgment he finds himself settling into the seat across from you. The sadness he sees all over your face is causing all the guilt he has pushed down to force its way to the surface.

but if you ever think you got it wrong, I’m right where you left me