There's a couple sitting in the booth in front of me. Beth scribbled in her small black notebook. She was trying to observe other people's lives to get song ideas. Her mind's word bank had run dry and her creativity was a small trickle, almost at the last drop.

She watched as they both stood up and faced each other. They embraced, and stood like that for what seemed like an eternity; just standing there holding each other; allowing the warmth of each other's bodies to collide and mix with one another. Beth averted her eyes to her notebook so as to give the couple a few moments of privacy. She had been watching them the entire time she'd been in here, after all.

As she glanced up, the man was turning away from the woman. His eyes were red and tears were beginning to well up. His lips quivered and his brow knit together in pain and grief as the woman said in a very soft voice "Goodbye." But she didn't look as torn up as he.

The man took a deep breath and began to briskly walk out of the junction, clutching his briefcase strap in his hand to direct all his energy into something. Beth watched him walk down the street through the window and the woman sat back down in her booth alone, just like Beth.

As Beth quickly jotted down notes on what had just occurred in front of her, she began to reminisce about the time she had to say goodbye to Andy at the airport all those months ago. She hadn't heard from him once since. In her situation, she was the grieving man in love and Andy was the woman who didn't seem to feel the same.

"Are you all set with that?" An employee came up to her, motioning to her empty plates.

She looked up at him. He was easily newly eighteen, maybe nineteen but God, did he look just like Andy. "Um, um, yeah." She fumbled. He took her dishes and left her alone.

December was quickly coming to a close and soon it would be January 1st, 2016. She hadn't heard from Andy since the end of August and she hadn't been able to write a single word since he left. She thought the pain of Andy leaving would spark up something in her mind; anything. Heartache was always her go-to; the one thing she could rely on to power her songs. But without Andy, there was nothing.

Notes

It is finally live! I know it's been so long since I made this and finished KMWW but I'm really excited to finally start this sequel and I'm already working on Ch 2. I'm going to try and queue some chapters while I'm on break so that way I have some updates to post while I'm at school when I get too busy to write. Thank you to everyone who has already subscribed. I hope you're just as excited as I am to get started on this!