I was just sitting there, at that big round table by the window at the cafe, the one with the chipped paint on the edge, listening to my partner end things. It was 2:17 pm, I remember looking at my watch, and it was like I was watching a movie with the sound off, all the other people laughing and clanking their mugs, but none of it really touching me. It’s weird how humans do that, how we can be right there but also feel like we’re miles away, just observing our own lives like it's happening to someone else. I kept looking at the steam coming off my lukewarm coffee, thinking about how I hadn't made coffee for anyone but them in years, and how strange it was to just... not be that person anymore, even though I was still right there, hearing the words. And it was just so LOUD in that cafe, but silent where it mattered.