She didn’t sit there hoping. She wasn’t staring into the cup to remember him. She already made the choice.
The cup said Up. The foam still shaped a C. That used to stand for Closure. Now it stands for Choice.
She didn’t flinch. She didn’t hesitate. She lifted the cup — and drank it.
Because this time, the goodbye was hers.
She smiled — not for him, but for herself. C Up. Sip it. Rise.
Not every C is worth sipping twice. ☕ Enjoy the moment : https://youtu.be/MUwJMwAPOJI?si=CW0oVIiQDXzBZoYN
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