I should’ve known this would happen. I can’t sleep. Drinking seven coffees is not the best idea, but what could I do?

I sat at that café, staring into the nothingness between me and the door. It could’ve been a black hole for all I knew. That would explain why he didn’t arrive even though he promised he would.

I stared at the clock, the only tangible proof of time passing, and when all the hands aligned I sat up and went straight through the door. I stumbled and fell right next to him. There was a black hole after all.

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