Amelia stormed into the cafe.
It was one of these places where people came to have a quick drink and have fun.
The café was tiny. One room with tables cramped up on eachother and a bar at the end with a tired looking barista.
But the atmosphere was genuinely cool. It smelled like coffee and cinnamon and the twinkling lights of candles and electronic lamps made the shoppe feel witchy.

But today, Amelia- Amy for the intimates- wasn't in the mood to enjoy it. She was pissed. Really pissed.She walked up to the bar, her jaw clenched, and slammed her fist on the wooden bar. The barista, a dark, mysterious looking man, narrowed his eyes at her.

"What the hell Damon? Why would you do this to me? What happened in your small peewee brain? Did you not have enough caffeine this morning? Did you have to break up with me OVER TEXT when we had our ONE YEAR ANNIVERDAIRY today? I hate you. I HATE YOU!"
She took a deep breath. During her speech, the costumers had stopped chatting and were all evesdropping on the argument.

"Won't you calm down?"

Amelia huffed.

"Calm down? Not in a million years I won't you di-"
Damon smiled gently. It was obviously a sad smile, but it still unerved the small girl.

"Amy. I did this for you. I told you for so long I'm a bad guy and you deserve better and..."

She shut him off with another slam on the bar. She wasn't ready to listen to his crap once more.
For the past two years they'd known eachother, he had repeated almost everyday he was a bad person and a bad friend and now a bad boyfriend, saying she deserved a normal human and a good guy or a good girl or whoever she chose.

"You are not a bad guy. I never thought you'd actually... actually break up with me because of that. Damon... I love you. We've been together for a year now. I know you. You have... flaws. Differences. But you are a great guy."

Amelia's face darkened a little.

"I can't bare losing you."