It was Sunday and immediately upon opening my eyes, I felt that familiar weight in my chest-anxiety. The kind that creeps in before your feet even touch the floor. I wasn't sure if it was the excitement of trying the Velvet Spice coffee beans at Noir Lux Coffee, or the possibility of casually running into Layla... or Russel. It had been a rough start to October. Russel still creeped into my thoughts, haunting me like a broken relationship without closure. I couldn't believe I was still thinking about him after the drama she spilled on me last week on top of the unexpected kiss with Layla. I felt like I was mourning the death of my happily ever after, so I dressed the part. Grabbing my black sweatpants, my black hoodie and my black YSL mules. My mood was giving Kanye, a rebellion against the world. The elevator ride down felt like eternal death, my heart dropped at each stop by the by the time I reached the second floor, I realized I hadn't taken a single breathe since pressing the Lobby button. At Noir Lux Coffee, the air smelled like fall-cinnamon powder, roasted pecan, pumpkin spice and everything comforting. I ordered the Pumpkin Pie latte, which came with a complimentary slice of pie. After the first bite, I couldn't tell where the latte begins and where the pie ends. It was the Velvet Spice- smooth, warm, and dangerously addictive. For a moment I forgot about the heartbreak. Until I got a glimpse of the window. Across the street a figured stood still, was it Russel's ex Sophia? I normally watch scary movies during the day, so my mind went spiraling. Was she following me? Was she here to tell me she was still in love with Russel? or worse was she here to tell me she was pregnant with his baby? I tried to sip the last sip of my latte, but the paranoia lingered on the tongue like an espresso aftertaste. And just when I thought my Sunday couldn't get any spookier, I heard it- that laugh, his laugh, Russel's laugh. I froze, every nerve in my body wanted to run into his arms, bury my nose into his neck, kiss him endlessly and pretend none of it happened. Not Sophia, not Layla none of it. But instead, I did what I always do escape and hide my feelings just to deal with them later. I pulled my hoodie over my head and bolted towards the door. "September" he shouted. But at that moment I did what was best for me, I kept walking. On my walk back to my building, I watched my back half of me was expecting the boogeyman and half of me was expecting what was now in my past. As I slipped my key into the lock, my mind replayed the way he shouted for me. The door clicked shut, but my heart just couldn't. Because no matter how much I try to escape, the boogeyman of my love life still knows my address. 

                                                                             Until next Sunday!