Severed Ties: An angsty 3/8 fanfic

chapter three

Eight opened up a cabinet in her kitchen and grabbed two slices of bread, placing them on two plates each.
"Three, hand me the egg carton out of the fridge, will you?" Eight asked. Soon a cold box filled her hand and she placed it onto the counter beside her.
"Thanks. Now, i'm gonna teach you to make eggs." Eight proceeded: "First, heat up your pan until you can feel the heat coming off of it." Eight hovered her hand over the skillet until it was hot enough. Then, she held her hands over Three's to crack an egg over the side of a bowl. Three seemed to tense up, her body soon extremely hot. Eight didn't question it, more focused on the cooking.
"Great! Now take this whisk, and stir the egg up." Eight held up a whisk, but Three stopped for a second, and turned her head to Eight.
"uhm. Eight, you're still grabbing my hand." Three cleared her throat, clearly flustered. Eight let go.
"Oh uh *ahem* sorry..." Eight awkwardly handed Three the whisk and turned back to the pan. After Three finished stirring the yolk, Eight helped her pour it onto the skillet, hot steam floating up into the air.

Eight set down two omelettes on the table, sitting in front of one.
"Thank you, Eight." Three sat down across from the octoling, beginning to eat her share. Eight took a bite of food.
"It's nothing, really."
There was an always silence.
"So, uhm..." Three surprisingly was the one to break the tension.
"I know you're curious about me going away." Eight looked up from her plate.
"Yeah, what about that?"
Three seemed to want to tell Eight what happened, but backed out last second.
"I u-uhm... My uh, parents. They didn't want me doing such dangerous agent work anymore." Eight sighed.
"If you're gonna tell me something, tell me the truth, Three!" She was irritated, but concerned.  Three looked down at her plate.
"Augh. I'm sorry, Three. Y'know I can tell when you're lying." Eight had always been able to tell how her friends were feeling, even when the emotions were confusing. Three sighed, then continued her story.
"Okay. You want to truth. I had some issues about living here-emotionally, I mean." Three didn't want Eight to think this was her fault. "So I left. My parents weren't the best option, so I had to leave again." Three didn't continue, although she seemed like there was more she wanted to say.
"Three, you can talk to me." Eight tried to reassure the nervous inkling. She noticed Three was starting to shake, her entire body sweating.
"I..It's stupid, okay?" Three slowly stood from her seat. She had finished breakfast, and was now putting the plate in the sink.
"I'm uh... Gonna go out to the square. I'll be back by this evening." Three fast-walked down the hall, getting her weapon and a change of clothes. She wore her tentacles up in a ponytail, and an ocotling shirt with leggings. Eight was surprised at how fast the inkling had gotten ready.
"Okay." Eight now stood in the hall by Three's door, arms crossed.
"Thank you for breakfast. I just need to get some fresh a-" Eight yanked Three into a hug.
"Im sorry, Three. I didn't mean to put pressure on you." Eight said anxiously.
"It's not your fault. I just need space before I can fully get everything out..." Three let go of Eights grasp, and left.

*Note: sorry this chapter is so short and poorly made. i stared this chapter at 2am when i was half asleep, and had to work with what i had the next day*