Right place, wrong location

I WALK into the café and sit at the table on the far right near the window. The smell of cookies and cakes brighten me even more. This is the place where me and Michael first met. It feels as if we are about to reenact that day all over again. Being 20 with college exams has separated us greatly but we always pulled through.

I look out the window and fix my eyes onto a small child chasing a bird that's just trying to feed himself. I began to wonder if he is truly trying to feed himself or a family he has back at his home. Is it even a he? Does the bird even have a home? I began to giggle and then hear a soft voice say my name. "Mechell...", I hear coming from in front of me. I look up and there he is. Michael. The love of my life. The man I am hoping has a ring in his oversized jacket; just waiting to be taken out and placed onto my lovely finger. I stand up to hug him as I haven't seen him since before exams. Out of excitement, I lean in for a kiss. He doesn't allow it though. He looks me in my eyes and says "we need to talk Meme". Meme. I haven't heard him call me that since he dropped his ice cream cone on the side walk. It seems that the only time he calls me by that name is when he delivers bad news. By the sound of it, I believe the only one that's going to suffer from it is me.

"Okay. What is it you'd like to discuss babe?", I said while caressing his hand and looking into his dark chocolate eyes. "I am so so sorry Meme", he says to me while I watch tears fall down his eyes. It reminded me of that one rain drop that slowly travels down the car window. "What do you mean you're sorry? You haven't done anything wrong." "Meme...", he says to me. He turns his head, looks out the window, and looks at this girl on the other side of it. I began to stare as well, knowing what he's about to say. I have heard it far too many times. She begins to turn around. I am both anxious and nervous because she looks familiar to me. The first thing I see is her belly. She looks to be about three to four months pregnant. I let go of his hand and sit back as a tear drops from my left eye. My mouth open and my lip quivering as I stare at my best friend.

She had messaged me to meet up four months ago. She explained to me that she had to leave town because of a family emergency. She was never the type to discuss information dealing with her family, so I didn't push her. That was the last time I had seen her, until now. I hear Michael saying "Babe..". I look at him but he isn't speaking to me; he's on the phone. I look back at her and she's on the phone as well. She starts to walk into the café. Our café. Me and Michaels favorite café. She suddenly stops. I can hear him tell her to turn back around and wait for 5 more minutes. He looks me in my eyes and says that "it was not suppose to happen like this". Still crying as he tries so hard to apologize. Why is it that he is crying harder than me right now? Aren't I the one that's suppose to be weeping? I stand up, look down at him, and tell him, "I will be leaving for California next week. You had told me to not go and stay with you. You said you'd make my drea-, my dreams come true. I guess there is nothing holding me back now". Its so hard to speak when I am crying. It feels like a boulder stuck in my throat and I knife slowing stabbing me below my ribs.

He runs after me as I try to leave the café saying "we can make this work". He's right but I don't want to make it work. Due to my body's reflexes, I turn and punch him in the nose, hopefully breaking it. I walk through the doors and there I was. Standing face to face with a former friend of mine. She begins to cry. Why is everyone balling their eyes out except me. I shed a few tears and almost ripped my hair out but I didn't. "Meech-""DON'T SAY MY NAME. DON'T LOOK AT ME. DON'T LOOK FOR ME. FORGET ME PLEASE", I cut her off and say to her. I am enjoying her tears. It's more relaxing than a summer breeze on the beach. She grabs me and gets on her knees. I was so close to punching her, just like I did her new boyfriend. I didn't. I slapped her one good time though. I knelt down, grab her face and say "If he did it to me so easily while I am pregnant with his, what makes you think he won't do it to you". I laugh and walk away, looking at them both one good time. She'll tell him. He'll call me. I won't answer. I can raise the baby on my own. I will accomplish my goals on my own. I book my ticket for an 8:30pm flight. I get home, pack all my important things and call a cab. While in the cab I see the beautiful night sky smiling at me. The skies in North Carolina always seem to amaze me. I exit the cab, take small steps into the building, hand in my ticket and go sit on the plane. Over the intercom I hear a younger lady say "Everyone, please fasten your seatbelts and enjoy the ride to South Korea". I screamed "SOUTH KOREA" as the plane takes off.