Cocoa Confronts Anthony: Why Did You Go Back to Amber?😱

Title: "Cocoa Confronts Anthony: Why Did You Go Back to Amber?" 😱

Setting: A dimly lit café late at night, the air heavy with unspoken words. Cocoa has been waiting at the corner booth, a half-empty mug of coffee in front of her. She watches the door anxiously, heart pounding. The bell finally jingles, and Anthony walks in, looking tired... and guilty.

Cocoa: (voice steady but cold)
You actually showed up.

Anthony: (sits down slowly, avoids eye contact)
I said I would, didn’t I?

Cocoa:
Yeah. You said a lot of things, Anthony. Like how you were done with her. That she was your past. That we were your future.

Anthony: (sighs, rubbing his temples)
Cocoa, this isn’t easy to explain.

Cocoa: (leaning forward, eyes flashing)
Then don’t explain. Just answer. Why did you go back to Amber?

Anthony: (pauses, takes a deep breath)
It wasn’t like that. It wasn’t about going back. It was... unfinished business.

Cocoa: (laughs bitterly)
Unfinished? You mean like the two years you spent lying to her about everything while secretly texting me at 2AM? That kind of unfinished?

Anthony:
No. I mean—look, she reached out. Said she wanted closure. I thought I owed her that much.

Cocoa: (voice rising)
You owe her? What about what you owe me? Honesty? Loyalty? You disappeared for two days, Anthony. No texts. No calls. And then I find out you were with her?

Anthony:
I didn’t plan it. It just... happened. One conversation turned into dinner. Dinner turned into—

Cocoa: (cutting him off, voice breaking)
Don’t. Don’t you dare finish that sentence.

(A heavy silence falls. Anthony looks away. Cocoa’s hands tremble slightly as she grips her mug.)

Cocoa:
You know, I defended you. When my friends said you were still stuck on her. When they told me not to trust a man with a history of running when things get real. I stood by you.

Anthony:
I never asked you to.

Cocoa: (coldly)
No. You didn’t. Because you never planned to stay, did you?

Anthony: (finally looks at her, voice soft)
I wanted to. But something about Amber... it’s like a part of me is still tied to that chapter. I needed to see if the door was really closed.

Cocoa: (eyes narrowing)
And is it?

Anthony: (after a long pause)
I don’t know.

Cocoa:
Wow. You don’t know. After everything. After nights we spent planning our future, all the promises you made— you don’t know?

Anthony:
Cocoa, I care about you. I do. But I’m not whole. I thought I was. Maybe I wanted you to heal the part of me she broke.

Cocoa: (shaking her head, standing up slowly)
I’m not a bandage for your past wounds. I’m not a second option while you figure out if the first one still fits.

Anthony: (stands, desperate)
Don’t walk away. Please.

Cocoa: (voice low, eyes locked on his)
I already did. The moment you chose to walk back.

ENDING: “Healing in Silence”

Three months passed since that night in the café.

Cocoa never heard from Anthony again. No texts. No late-night apologies. No half-hearted attempts to come back — and that, in a way, was its own answer. He didn’t fight for her. He let her walk away.

At first, the silence was deafening. She replayed every word of that conversation, every glance, every breathless moment when she hoped he’d choose her — really choose her. But he didn’t. And with time, she stopped checking her phone. Stopped wondering where he was. Stopped hoping.

She found peace in small things. Early morning walks. Journaling. Laughing with friends who had always warned her, not with “I told you so,” but quiet support. She started painting again — not portraits of broken people like before, but bold, abstract colors that didn't try to make sense. Like her healing.

And one day, she saw Anthony again — purely by accident.

It was a Sunday afternoon. A farmers' market. He was standing by a fruit stand, alone, holding a peach like it weighed a thousand pounds. Their eyes met. Just for a second.

He smiled, nervously.

She didn’t smile back.

She nodded — polite, distant. And kept walking.

She didn’t look back.
Not because she was cold.
But because she was done.

That chapter had closed.
And this time, the door stayed shut.

(She walks out of the café. Anthony doesn’t follow. The bell chimes behind her. And the silence that follows is louder than any goodbye.)