'What's your favourite flower, petal?'' his once rough voice, felt oddly soothing,
As we gazed up at the stars I feel as connected to him as they are. I know we aren't good people, we don't do good things, but now in this moment, we're normal.
I...
''So what the hell are we, tell me we can't just be friends''
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I woke up to a silent house, a first for a while, I was wrapped up in my bed covers, which would of been nice if I got more than an hour sleep, my mind was a broken record replaying the last night,
The mood changed so much it was ridiculous, but my focus was on the fire, how she was so scared, I could see it in her eyes.
I pull myself out of bed, the same clothes as yesterday on, I walked down the stairs towards the kitchen, grabbing a carton of orange juice out of the fridge and pouring into a crystal glass, I stood with one hand holding my weight on the counter and the other holding the cup up to my mouth,
The fresh liquid was relieving after all this time, I hadn't drunk or eaten anything for a while, neither has Naomi, apart form the small bottle of water I gave her last night.
I got a carton of eggs out the fridge and a pan from the cupboard and turning on the stove, starting to cook, I'm not the best cook but anything edible will be fine right now,
As I turned around to get two plates out of the top draws I was stopped by Naomi standing there, I crashed into her making me tumble backwards onto the stove, burning my hand.
''Shit sorry!'' She shouted, coming over and pulling my hand over to the sink, running ice cold water over it making it sting like hell, the bright red mark on the palm of my hand,
''What is it with you and fire, Jesus.'' I say, watching her face drop, ''Why are you up anyways?'' I say, changing the subject fast.
''I heard you prodding around, you walk like a fucking giant.'' She laughs at me, leaning backwards grabbing the tea towel from the counter behind her, wrapping it around the burn carefully,
''How you feeling?'' I ask her, pulling back from her hold, walking back over to the stove with one working hand and one held behind my back,
''Okay, still tired though'' She says, ending the conversation as she picks up my glass and drinking from it,
I look at her, furrowing my brows and opening my mouth in shock,
''Oh sorry is this yours?'' She says, smiling at me as she downs the whole glass, slamming it onto the counter, and placing her hand on her hip, tilting her head.
''Yeah it's fucking mine?'' I say, placing the eggs onto the toast on the plate, and drawing an F and a U on her piece, ''I made us breakfast.''
''He saves lives and cooks, wow'' She says sitting down at my kitchen island, I place the plate in front of her along with a knife and fork,
