Hayley's POV

It was afternoon. I had nothing to do, nowhere to go. As I strolled along the streets, I found a coffee shop. Telling by the large amount of people almost crowding the place, I could tell it was a pretty good cafe. I walked in with another crowd that entered and tried to make my way to the counter as I looked around the new place. As I took in my surroundings, I caught a glimpse of a familiar face. I looked back to the person, finding Taylor York.

      I gasped as I saw him, finding him looking down at a blue notebook-- my blue notebook-- trying to figure out what to write. I smiled as joy and excitement exploded inside me. I eased my way through the crowd to his table. It's been so long since I've seen him. I stood there at his table, hoping he would notice me. He didn't. He just started down at the journal as he twirled the pen in his hand.

"Hey," I managed to say to him. My heart was already racing; it quickened as Taylor looked up at me, those familiar caramel eyes I have longed to see for those dark four months. His eyes widened, emotions of confusion, fear, shock, and something else I couldn't define visible in them.

"Uhm, hi," he said back, sounding hesitant. Was he really doing this? He stared at me like I was a stranger. I snickered a little, thinking Taylor was just joking around, like old times.

"Oh, don't pretend you don't know me," I smirked. He still studied me, puzzled. Was he faking it?

"I... uhh--"

"Taaaylooor," a voice sang. We looked over to the voice, finding a woman my age with black hair as long as mine. She was holding two cups and two muffins. Had Taylor replaced me? I looked back to Taylor, tears finding their way to my eyes.

"Taylor?" I managed to rasp, wanting him to explain what was happening and who the woman was. He just stared at me, confused, like some idiot. "Taylor, it's me."

"I-I don't know you," he stammered. My heart shattered like glass meeting concrete. I bit my lip, trying to fight the urge to burst into sobs. I was going to get through to Taylor. I had to.

"Taylor, you do know me," I said, trying to make my voice stern. "It's me. I'm okay."

"I don't know you," he said again; I felt my heart break again. He denied me. He brushed me off, completely... and replaced me with another woman.

     I couldn't take it. I slowly broke into sobs and ran out the coffee shop, not wanting to see Taylor again. At that moment, I hated him. I hated him and loved him. After I was a few feet away from the coffee shop, I went down an empty alley and sat on the ground, not caring if my clothes got dirty. I sat there and sobbed. I sobbed and sobbed until I ran out of tears. I forced myself to get on my feet again. I looked back towards the cafe again, my heart still in jagged pieces that pierced every inch of my body whenever I breathed. A lot of things can change in four months. I guess one of them was Taylor's love for me. Why hasn't my love changed for him in that matter of time?