Remnants of a long-gone relationship are embedded in your skin, you can still feel the touch, the heat... but fuck it, it's over, who cares?

Of course you care. but denial is something constant in your overcoming process, you knew at some point that little snowball would become something so big that not even you could handle it. And in the end, you never really understood how it all ended up like this, the same person who gave you colors, took them away from you. It's not like you didn't love each other, but to what extent was that true and not just lip service?

You're not depressed, just sad, of course, that was definitely something, and not something that hanging out with your friends and talking bad about her would do you any good.

The family colony exhales in the air, mixing with the smell of freshly ground coffee. The familiar figure hovered in front of you, the blue police uniform seemed to shine in the middle of the Coffee shop

"Your friends called me, they are worried about you."

Oh, of course she was in uniform. Work has always been a priority, she used to say that she fought hard to get where she is, being a woman at the police station, she couldn't give that up.

"We can talk?"

Vanessa sits in the chair in front of you, implying that this is not a negotiation, you would talk.