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I couldn't believe my luck. "Oh, please, no! Not today! Be kind to me at least today." I thought when I noticed my car wouldn't start. Exasperated and frustrated I punched the wheel and rested my head on it, while I felt bitter tears moistening my eyes. "Not today!" I whined. It was my special day, the day when my dream would come true. And my dream was him, simply him. I still couldn't believe that I had found the courage to ask him out. Deep down inside of me I had found a person who I didn't know existed, a person capable of going to him and asking him if he would meet me in that charming little cafe that he seemed to like so much. He had said "yes" in that beautiful deep and husky voice. I felt myself giggling suddenly. "I don't even know his name." I whispered to myself while shaking my head, almost in awe of myself.
Sighing loudly I reached for the key again and was rewarded by the hum of the engine as the car finally started.
"Thank you, God!" I shouted, forgetting the window was open. As the car began moving I sticked my tongue out in a cheeky attitude at a couple of old ladies who had interrupted their let-us-say-something-bad-about-everybody-we-know conversation to look at me suspiciously.
Some minutes later I was waltzing into the cafe, scanning it everywhere with my eyes to find him. He wasn't there. With my heart pounding loudly in my ears I sat down at a table, nervously looking around me. Where was he? I waited. And waited. Funny how everybody looked so happy, how the air was filled with scents and voices and laughs. How neither of those was his scent or his voice or his laugh. How I was there alone waiting for him. I sighed and sipped the drink I had just ordered. It was a Coca-cola. I felt myself giggling again. A Coca-cola! Maybe I should have ordered a Martini or a Brandy, something to make me look older and classier, to make me look more like him. But I sipped my Coca-cola anyway. He would come, he was just late. I shrugged. I could sense people's eyes on me, the girl with the long black hair sitting at the corner table sipping a Coca-cola, giggling and shrugging by herself. My eyes ran over the red ashtray which stood on the table. I didn't smoke but he did. I had asked for it for him and now the ashtray just stood there, eyeing me, reproachful and mocking and I suddenly felt ridiculously jealous of his cigarettes. Without thinking I got up and left. And I never looked back.
Yes, I am still alive. Beyond uninspired... but alive. :)

This is an old story of mine I wrote for an English exam back at university. I'd like to get back into writing again so I really have to pull myself together.
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clap*clap* venha mais:p