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“Jace, I’d trust you with my life you know that… I just don’t, well, trust you with your own.”
Emily refused to look Jace in the eyes, she averted her gaze to the cluster of teenagers out the front of the small café. One of the teenagers stood out amongst the rest, she stood tall in her Doc Martens and ripped stockings. Her blonde hair was matted against her forehead and Emily could tell, even from this distance, that that particular shade of blonde wasn’t the girl’s natural hair colour.
Jace used the side of his fork to slice his rubbery fried egg in half. Yolk escaped from the egg, pooling at the corner of the plate and turning brown from excess barbeque sauce. Emily looked on as Jace put half the egg in his mouth in one go. Sauce dribbled down his chin.
A smile escaped Emily’s lips as she, for a brief second, remembered who Jace used to be. Before Hero in Retrospect had formed, before he thought he was the next Johnny Rotten, before all of that, he had been someone Emily admired. He had been someone she wanted to grow old with and get married to but now she could barely stand him.
Jace picked up the jug of black coffee and poured himself another cup. The doorbell of the café rang as the teenage girl in white Doc Martens confidently walked through the door and ordered a coffee at the counter.
“Have you been writing any songs lately?” Emily looked at Jace, wishing she could make him feel better.
The girl’s short denim skirt left little to the imagination as she leaned against the counter waiting for her coffee. She turned around to look at her friends, briefly making eye contact with Jace before turning back to the counter.
“Huh?” The single word was more of a gurgle struggling through the mouthful of baked beans.
“Jace, please. How do you expect to make a living with your music when you write no songs? What are you going to perform at gigs?”
Jace looked back at the girl standing at the counter, she laughed carelessly as her red Ray Ban glasses slipped down her nose. He refused to acknowledge Emily, she had ruined him. He was no longer the man he once was, he was nothing but an empty shell.
“Well, what am I supposed to write about? Wars? Poverty? Love? Nobody wants to hear the things I have to say, Em. They want to hear lies, they want to hear that everything is going to be alright but it’s not. Nothing is ever going to be okay. Chaos is what makes the world go round.”
Emily sighed and took a sip of her coffee. The taste was too bitter, she never had been a coffee drinker but she did enjoy it every now and then. Today was not one of those days.
“People just want to hear your opinion, it doesn’t matter what you say.”
“What if I don’t get it right? What if I don’t say the right thing, what if I don’t have the correct opinion? It’s too much pressure, Emily.”
Jace stirred the baked beans on his plate and looked back at the girl. She’d gotten her coffee and was leaving the café.
“Nice catching up, yeah? I’ll talk to you later. There’s something I’ve got to do.”
“Fine. I want you to start writing again though. You can’t just stop existing because we broke up.”
“Well maybe this is how I exist now. People change, **** happens and you move on. This is what I’m doing, I’m moving on and you should too. We were great together, but that wasn’t good enough was it? So now I’m going to be great with somebody else.”
“You cannot be serious,” Emily emptied two packets of sugar into her coffee and stirred it with her finger, “this isn’t existing. This is barely getting by.”
Jace stood up from the table and dropped two ten dollar notes next to his vegetarian breakfast plate. He hurried across the scuffed tiles of the café trying his best not to slip and fall onto the worn floor. Emily observed this new version of her ex-boyfriend, her heart ached as she reminisced on their past relationship. They had to break up, there was nothing else to say about it.
Emily tucked a piece of her hair behind her hair and stood up from the booth as a waitress wobbled over with a check book.
“Not having the best day, darl?” The waitress gave Emily a sympathetic smile as she wiped an orange juice spill from where Jace had been sitting not more than five minutes previous.
“Just building a bridge between the present and the past. It’s hard when you’ve grown up with somebody and now they refuse to acknowledge that. Isn’t it? It’s like, I was a huge part of his life and now… I’m nothing,” Emily sighed, “Sorry, you’ve probably got your own problems.”
“Don’t think about it for a second longer, hun. Do you need me to call a cab?”
“No thanks, Daisy.”
Emily had visited the same café every morning for the past three weeks, she always ordered the same thing but never ate it. Everybody here knew who she was now, she was closer with them then she wer