Destinations

Tokyo - 2

Hi guys, here the 2nd chapter of the 3rd arc: Tokyo and its the last one of this arc, I told you this one was short ^^. Anyway, this chapter will start the next day after the ending of the previous chapter. I'm not spoiling the story but no, there will not be a romantic relationship between Cece & Alison for those who asked that ^^. About Emily, I'll no spoiler anything but, yes, she'll appear in the last part of this chapter as well as the new girl from the next arc 'Paris'. Also, one quote from the last chapter of NY will be mentioned in this chapter, so keep that in mind to understand the context...

Now, like I said before: Everything in bold italics, it will be an internal dialogue, I mean, like, their thoughts in their mind. And everything between parentheses () it's to describe the scene. The *X* is to mark a change of scenario...

I hope it's clear and thank you in advance if you have the time to leave a review! Have a great day!

Tokyo - 2

(In Cece's loft)

*** Alison's narrative ***

Breakfast, eating together, talk, say 'hi' and 'bye'... You never know how important are those simple things until you lose them...

Where I'm? Is still dark or I've to get up for work? Hmmm... something smells good... really good; Alison was thinking that when a particular smell spreads around her; it was the smell of food... pancakes to be more precise; yes, it was pancakes with eggs & bacon; someone was cooking breakfast and for a second, Alison thought that it was...

Alison yells. - "JASON!"

The blonde jumps from the sofa she was and with a big smiles, she wakes up but, that smiles vanishes fast when she realizes that it's not Jason the one who's making breakfast...

Alison mumbles with a sad voice. - "Oh, it's... it's You..."

Cece smirks while she's flipping the pancakes. - "Well, nice to see you too, darling..."

Alison rubs her head, it hurts. The blonde is very desoriented, with hangover and Cece smirks looking at her...

Cece. - "I guess you've no idea of where you're neither how you get here, isn't it?"

Alison nods and Cece chuckles; she settles the table and waves her hands, inviting Alison to sit with her...

Alison mumbles while she sits beside her. - "You didn't have to cook for me..."

Cece smirks. - "I'm eating too, it's not just for you..."

Alison sighs and, for a moment she freezes while she stares at her plate...

Cece asks. - "What? Don't you like it?"

Alison shakes her head and says with a sore voice. - "No, it's not that... I just... I..." (Sad sigh) "Someone used to cook this for me too..."

Cece doesn't say a word, she just sees how Alison's hand shakes while she tries to put a piece of pancake inside her mouth. It was soft, sweet and fluffy; just like Jason made them. Tears appears followed by sobs...

*** Alison's narrative ***

The worst type of crying is the silent one. The one where you feel it in your throuat, and your eyes become blurry from the tears. The one where you just want to scream. The one where you've to hold your breath and grab your stomach to keep quiet. the one where you can't breath anymore. The one when you realize little things like the taste of simple pancakes, meant more of what you ever imagined...