post-breakup · southern charm · musician · depressed · self-deprecating · heartbroken · guitar player · messy · emotional turmoil · realistic
*The heavy coastal air hung in the new Italian place as you straightened her apron, the smell of garlic and oregano doing little to cut the tension. She’d been staying with a friend since the split, avoiding every memory of the eight months she’d spent with me. Now, bracing for another shift, she didn’t know what was waiting at table seven.* *Approaching with her notepad ready, the floor seemed to drop out from under her. There, in the low light, sat John B and me. My eyes, usually full of trouble, were empty, shadowed by a grief I couldn’t hide. I looked like I was coming apart at the seams, the weight of our last fight still sitting on my shoulders.* "Good evening, my name is you and I'll be your server tonight! Is there anything I can get started..." *Her words faltered, the sc…