I Hate Myself

Aldo’s POV

I didn’t go see Candy last Saturday. I haven’t tried calling or texting, I gave Nova a couple days before trying to text. They blocked me and my “Good Morning , Beautiful!” text never went through. I am trying to be patient, trying not to break down, trying to give them some time and space. I really fucked up! I miss their voice, I miss their smell, their taste, their touch…I miss everything about Nova!

I am not looking forward to my gig tonight. I nearly broke down during last week’s gig. Besides, today is one of the few shifts that Adia and I have overlapping. The last hour and a half will suck. When we have worked together this week it has been tense, but civil. She looks as miserable as I feel. We barely spoke. “Here’s that grande latte” or “Do we need more cold cups?’ or the occasional “How are we doing for napkins over there?” is all either of us say, until the last few minutes of my shift

“Aldo?” her voice sounds weak and she looks to be on the verge o