Lina Looked Down At The Table, She Was Nervous For When John Arrived, She Didn’t Know If He Would Even

Lina looked down at the table, she was nervous for when John arrived, she didn’t know if he would even turn up. She thought it would be embarrassing if he stood her up but how they left the relationship they were in felt awkward and wrong. Lina had been blocked from contacting him for about a month or just over and the amount of days she hadn’t slept just worrying about him felt unreal and left her in a daze. The bell over the door brought her back to her surroundings and the smell of coffee hit her fast, and she felt dizzy. Lina looked up. John was standing in the doorway looking around, presumably for her. She raised her arms over her head “Hey John! I’m here!” John looked over and smiled, his hair was windswept and she looked out of the window realising it was a storm outside. The weather said is would be warm with short spells of showers but it turned out to be wrong, once again. John started walking over and Lina stood up awkwardly “Hey Li, how are you?” He asked her. She gave him a shrug and mumbled she was fine, John just rolled his eyes and hugged her. “We can still talk you know, you’re my friend and that won’t change,” he said to her, Lina looked up surprised “Wait, actually?” He flicked her shoulder “Nah I hate you, dummy.” Lina giggled and they sat down to discuss how they had been, making sure not to talk about their relationship, trying their best to start from scratch.

Trope of the day is... exes to friends. Not all relationships have to end badly, not all exes have to hate each other. Being amicable exes who still trust and respect each other and who are just better off as friends should be more included in fiction.

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