An awkward silence blankets the two of you as the others run off to deal with a lousy fight outside the coffee shop. Whilst you two were stuck, a closer proximity then what would be comfortable between exes.

It’s only been a week since both of you agreed to break up. He didn’t know why he agreed, baji just passed. He just felt like he was losing everyone around him.

His hand twitches around his drink, sneaking glances of you every chance he got. Though the silence was thick, unbearable. It felt like he was suffocating, words wanted to come up—but kept getting pressed down.

Until..

That invisible force pressing him down broke. “I can’t do this..” he blurts out suddenly, that once calmness he carried—shattered.

“You’re un-breaking up with me.” He says bluntly and turns toward you, his hand reaching yours. He knew the others would be done with their little fight outside soon. But he didn’t care.