real fiction

She had become bored.  That's what happens when a person lives on a routine for too long; they get bored.  The highlight of her week had become the one toffee caramel latte she'd worked into her budget.  She'd sit in the cafe every Thursday, as the late afternoon sun streamed through the window and onto the notebook that she wrote in.  Every once in a while, she'd look up at the apartments they had applied for together the fall before.  She had been willing to pay just a little bit more for the corner unit, which looks over her favorite downtown street, where a small farmer's market is held every Saturday during the warmer months.  She'd often pictured what their weekends would be like together, full of comfort and all things happy.  She'd imagined waking early to coffee in bed and writing a bit before getting ready and walking across the street to this little cafe for breakfast.  Or perhaps they'd grab breakfast from the farmer's market.  There was bound to be some sort of baked goods down there. Some weekends, she figured, they'd stay in and have breakfast in bed. Either way, life would be so good and easy.

Eventually though, she had realized they weren't right for each other. She craved adventure, whereas he was content staying in the same place his entire life.  He had no desire to even leave the country.  She found this absurd, but still, she tried to calm her wanderlust and convince herself she could be happy anywhere.  It was constantly troubling at her, though, asking her to stop and consider herself for a second, begging her not to settle.  She'd talk with him and ask him to reconsider, but all she'd get was dismissal. After a long time, maybe too long, she finally ended the relationship.  It was horrible and heartbreaking, but she knew it was for the best.

Several months later, she had become bored. That's what happens when a person lives on a routine for too long.