Running For Miles | ✓

48 ➳ He's Broken

RUNNING

FOR  MILES

I hate waking up alone, in a cold, empty bed.

Instead, I wished that one day I would be awoken with a warm kiss on my forehead and then twenty minutes later I would be bought breakfast in bed, which had also come with a hot chocolate with mini marshmallows on top, which melted into a mush of pink and white goo.

But nonetheless, today was going to be a good day.

My plans for today were to wake up make myself breakfast, watch tv, and clean this place up. It's boring and probably not what I would want to do on my Saturday but at least it'll keep me from going completely and utterly insane

Lately most of my Saturdays I seem to spend them all the exact same way and that would be cooped up in the apartment, alone. My only company is normally my crazed mind and the eerie apartment walls, which were painted an off-white type of color.

After I had cleaned the whole apartment, due to being so bored, I had to blink twice from my spot on the white leather couch as I was shocked to see Boston walking through the apartment door. He was supposed to be at a business lunch with his father but instead he walked into the kitchen with a droopy sad expression on his face all while he was holding a brown paper bag.

I silently eyed him from the very small apartment lounge room, where I was about to turn on the flat screen tv, as I was taking a break from cleaning the apartment which was already pretty much in immaculate condition.

"Eden." Boston stated softly, "Darling?" he seemed to whimper out ever so quietly as he had his hands pressed down onto the white marble counter top, his back was slouched over as his head hung down, resulting in me not being able to see his sculpted face.

His words made my arms prickle with goosebumps as I slowly and carefully made my way over to him, something was off. I couldn't help but feel anxious as I knew for sure that something was wrong, with him as Boston never speaks to me like that but I couldn't quite figure it out.

Once I was in front of him, I could see small droplets of water on the counter, I watched as tiny, warm teardrops rolled down his cheeks which then fell onto the countertop that I had just wiped down.

"Here." He sniffled standing up straight, quickly wiping the tears away and then sliding the medium sized brown paper bag over towards me, before walking out of the kitchen and into our room where he had slammed the door shut behind him.

I knew that the right thing to do in this situation was to go and see if he was okay but I couldn't help but find myself wondering what was inside the brown bag. But as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.

As I slowly peered into the bag, I pulled out two square styrofoam boxes stacked on top of each other and then two drinks to the side of the boxes which looked to be salted caramel frappés, which were mine and Boston's favorites.

Once I had pulled out everything from the bag, I opened the white box's which held a delicious smell within them, I was hoping that it was going to be mine and Boston's all-time favorite foods from Carley's café down the street.

As the boxes popped open, I was met with what I was hoping for which was a large serve of Tater Tots and in the other box was Boston's beloved crispy chicken burger, he must have eaten at least a million of those burgers.

My mouth pretty much watered at the food in front of me that I was ready to devour it all within minutes but I couldn't help but look over my shoulder and over to the bedroom door which had been slammed only moments ago.