It's Just An Empty Cup Novels & Stories

Absolute, physical evidence. I hid the vial back into the deep lining of my slip dress, then took a clean glass of pure mineral water from the vanity basin and splashed it into the empty teacup, swirling the clear water around the porcelain to wash away the green residue before setting the empty cup back onto the silver tray. If Gable came back to check, the cup looked entirely drained.

All of it. Eight years. And every morning the cup. Black. Two sugars. Same as hers. Not a grand gesture. Not the specific performed devotion of a man communicating something to an audience. Just the cup. Every morning. Because some things you did not stop doing. Because stopping would have required a reason. And there was no reason. There was never going to be a reason.

She’s a strong girl with a kind heart and her passion for her job is admirable. Gumanti ito ng ngiti saakin at marahang inabot ang isang walang laman na tea cup. She gently lifted the tea pot and elegantly poured the hot tea. Matapos nito ay dahan-dahan niyang inilagay ang may lamang tea cup sa isang saucer.

I should be used to feeling like I’m under a microscope every waking minute, but this… I shift to the side to turn from the TV, grabbing the tall paper cup tea off the counter–and miss. I swipe the cup instead, sending its contents spraying over the stomach of a man standing less than a foot away. He doesn’t flinch away from the hot, chamomile scented water.

Oh yeah, I still had 30% of the money remaining to receive after the contract expires. “That should be enough to start life with the baby right?” I mumbled under my breath as the thought of how I claimed to be in an abortion process, to Ethan crossed my mind. Levi had stopped me.. I still needed to know why. “It comes in bulk with five other glass cups. It's impossible to buy a single piece” the shop attendant said to me as we conversed over the glass cup whose picture I'd sighted on its blue carton. It looked exactly like the one I broke.

A few minutes later, he handed me a cup of tea, and I noticed it was in a cartoon mug shaped like a cat's head. It was definitely a girl's cup. But Yuna isn't here... "Whose cup is this? I don't like using other people's stuff," I said, testing him. "It's yours. I bought it just for you." His words made my heart skip a beat, and I felt my cheeks heat up. I took a sip. The tea was sweet. It felt like being spoiled. "Don't drink liquor alone anymore. It's not safe," Hayden said. "I was with Steve. I told you before, with him around, I'm fine," I replied, keeping it real.

he intentionally got on my nerves as he sipped from his cup. “ If you're done talking, let's have a little toast, ” I picked up my glass and raised it in the air. “ What are we, little kids?” He raised his too regardless of how much he complained. “ Says the guy with a blue cup,” I retorted with a smug on my face. Why did he pick such an immature cup design? “ You're not one to talk, pinkie,” he darted the same look at me. My glass cup was pink and had floral designs, just my luck.

“It's okay, I will just get mine” “I insist, you look stressed and in need of water, where would you find a cup?” My gaze shifted to the edge of the water dispenser where cups had been stacked. They weren't there anymore. “Thank you,” I said, accepting the cup from him. But before he handed it over, I noticed he wiggled the cup a little bit. To mix the poison? And how convenient that it was a tinted cup. And when he walked away? He didn't go back to where he was coming from but Instead, the exit, why didn't I think that was strange? I knew he looked familiar, it was…him.

I said. "No," he said. "It hasn't." I transferred the mug to my other hand. It was empty. Had been empty since the fifty-ninth floor. I was still holding it like it contained something essential. He had noticed. He had been noticing since the corridor. "You planning to drink that or just keep rotating it?" "I'm holding it." "Why?" "Because I am." His mouth twitched. Not quite a smile. Close enough that I wanted to throw the mug at his face.

Huhuhuhu “I’ll give you some time to process this on your mind. But you don’t have to think about it. Whatever you think, this will happen.The decision is final. You’ll marry me. You’ll be my wife. I did you a favor, you do me a favor. That’s how simple it is.” I Can’t Do It. Then the double doors opened. Collin entered there with a tray of foods. Maybe when I’m not hungry anymore I will function and think well, right? “Good morning Sir.” Then she placed the tray in the table, she didn’t say any words after that. She then went out instantly. I need somebody to talk to! Not this man! But although I’m so hungry, I can’t eat. I lost my appetite. I can’t move. I hope this is just a nightmare da