My Redhead ⚢︎

[11] Honey kisses & sunday mornings

Ida woke up slowly, looking at her watch.

It was already 8:00 am.

It was Sunday, so it wasn't a big deal.

Ida stood looking the ceiling for several minutes, realizing her situation.

She turned around for a moment, and looked at Brigitte's angelical face, yet asleep.

Her eyes shut were beautiful, with her long eye lashes and her wonderful characteristic hair which defines her.

'She is beautiful' Ida thought, smiling.

Soon, the redhead started to move a little till she opened her eyes.

Ida has always loved to pretend being asleep, even if she wasn't a kid anymore.

That was something she loved to do, unknowning why.

Brigitte also smiled seeing Ida "asleep" and then she looked around.

She was wondering the same as Ida.

She had always been running from her, and she made her feel awful all these years.

She made Ida think that she actually hated her.

Brigitte scaped of thought and tapped her shoulder gently.

Ida pretended to wake up like she just realized it was 8:10 am.

-Morning, Brigitte...

-Good morning...

-What happens?

-Oh... I just, do you want to have breakfast?

-No . I mean!... I'd love to but, I should go. I don't want to bother.

The woman chuckled and shook her head, sitting in the bed.

-After all you did and doing for me, is the less I can do for you, Ida.

The green eyed girl smiled sweetly and looked down.

-Hey, how did I come here?

Ida gasped.

-Um... I carried you

-Really? - she spat laughing - God, you didn't break your arms?

-Don't say that! You are almost like a feather, Brigitte.

-Well... prove me wrong.

Ida giggled along with her and they both went to have their breakfast.

Brigitte had some coffee, and Ida had some toasts with some green tea.

The redhead was very silent like the other, and looked out of the window.

Kind of looking for an answer to her doubts.

- Ida

The girl answered with a 'yes?', drinking then from her tea cup.

-I'm really sorry

- About?... You did no-

-Ida, stop. I have always been treating you that way, haven't I?

The young girl looked down and tried to contain her tears.

The pain was still palpable.

-See I... thought... you hated me...

-Why would I?

-I don't know! You avoided me everywhere! And... avoiding eye contact constanctly. I thought I was annoying you all this time...

Brigitte's eyes were watery, and some tears came out of her honey glimmy eyes.