Stick to the chosen, Do not stray and blend right in, Become one of them,

If you act and speak just so, They cannot call you difficult, Unreasonable, Foolhardy.

Here I am , the bride ,running across the the field as fast as I can !! Will my groom still be waiting for me ?? Is it reasonable to be this late ?? I hope so he is my soulmate the coffee to my bean.

Lila crashes through the front door or the cafe, the bell above the door tinkling to announce her arrival. She breathed in deeply, the smell coffee and taking up all her concentration as she tried to catch her breathe.

The only other patron in the small cafe, a teenager wearing a summer dress and trans pride socks had looked up after hearing the bell, and was now staring wide eyed at Lila, who, stood in the doorway of the small cafe half soaked from the rain, was much more intriguing than whatever essay the teenager was working on.

“Nice day for a wedding,” Lila smiles at the youngster, self consciously flattening her palms against her stomach, swallowing as her hands ran over the intricate lace and beads of her off-white dress.

“Oh!” Lila’s eyes shot to the wood counter of the cafe, the barista had risen from where she had been restocking the cupboards under the till and was now staring at her newest customer

“I’m sorry,” Lila, who had just now flown into the cafe with such purpose, couldn’t think of anything else to say. The moment the barista, Darcy, had come into view her knees felt week and the rain water seeping through the chiffon turned ice cold.

Darcy was silent, watching Lila shivering, her initial shock forgotten as she took in Lila’s dress.

“Darcy, I’m sorry,” Lila tried again, taking a deep breath she turned to Darcy again, when Darcy didn’t move or say anything, Lila pleaded, “Please, Darcy,”

“Pardon me, Mrs...” Darcy trailed off, smiling politely, “Ma’am, how can I help,”

“It’s Miss,” Lila said desperately, scurrying over to Darcy and reaching for her over the counter, “I didn’t, couldn’t,” Lila faltered as Darcy instinctively backed away, forever trying to guard herself emotionally.

“We have a new coffee blend,” Darcy tried again, swallowing as she edged forward, ready to spring back if Lila reached for her again

“Darcy!” Lila growled, “Please can we just talk, be reasonable!”

“Reasonable!?” Darcy’s eyes went wide, fists clenched as she closed the gap between her and the counter

“No, I didn’t mean that,” Lila screwed up her eyes and mashed her fists into them, her perfectly applied mascara long since run into a black mess on her cheeks, “I love you,” she whimpered, “And I know that I messed up, I know it’s not fair for me to be here like this, today, and I don’t expect you to hear me out or take me back but, I just need you to know that I love you, and above everything I’m so, sorry,”

“Lila,” Darcy’s face softened, she sighed and her hand twitched towards Lila’s for a brief second before she caught herself. “It’s too late for sorry,” Lila almost physically recoiled, feeling the words hit her chest, she hadn’t expected anything less, but it hurt nonetheless.

“I know,” Lila whispered when she felt that she could breathe again, she gave Darcy a watery smile and nodded, “I know,”

“Do you not have anything stronger?” “It’s a coffee shop, what do you expect?” “I don’t know, you must have a bottle hidden somewhere.” “I’m off it.” “So you must have something hidden then.” He disappeared into the back for a couple of minutes, reappearing with a half bottle of wine and a nip of rum. She rolled her eyes, popped the cork and poured to the brim of the cup. The cup rattled as it hit the bar empty. “You look a mess” Her smudges for eyes and glistened brow from the running did her no favours. “Least I have an excuse, your always a mess. That another grey hair.” She poured another cup. She bundled her wedding dress up from her heels, casting it down in a heap next to her. “They’ll be looking for you” “I don’t want to talk about it.” “You just ran from your own wedding. Everyone said it. Everyone said it would happen.” “Yeah, even my own family.” She glared at him. His eyes fell to the bottle. “I...” “Don’t worry, you were right it seems. Everyone was.” He grabbed the bottle and poured the remains into the cup, swigging it. “Tight arse can drink” she smirked. “Shut up - so what are you going to do now?” “Find a hole to die in. Become a corpses bride. I can’t face that house at the moment.” “Mum might give you the couch.” She let out a roar. “Mum? You know she shouted ‘I knew it’ when I ran down the isle.” “I’m glad I didn’t go.” “Your own sisters wedding, you were low not too.” “You know I don’t do well in social situations” “I know, I know. - got a light?” “You’ll need to go outside.” She glanced around the empty coffee shop. “Fine,” he replied, lighting the cigarette she draped out her mouth. “I don’t understand. Your the most socially awkward person I know, yet you run a coffee shop.” “I like coffee, and there’s hardly anyone here mostly.” “Thank god for dad.” “Least he did something for us after dying.” “His moneys wasted on this wedding.” “This place too.” They paused for a second. She suddenly collapsed to the bar top, sobbing. He walked to her, drawing her close. They’d always been close, always looked out for each other. Nothing would change that.

No matter how far I run from creation it chase me everywhere I go. I can not escape it, is everywhere I look. Even if I close my eyes I can still feel creation inside of me. What’s the reason of life? Why I’m still here ? Every time I wake up , I wonder who decided to give me another opportunity of life without my consent. I have no choice but to keep living a life I did not choose. Who is this majestic creator who thought it was a good idea to create me and keep me on earth all this time. I no longer ask why but who? Who is this God? Who is that creator who love me so much that pick ME to be here on earth. I no longer run from it. Now I run looking for it. I won’t stop until I find the one who created me.