Trapped Words

Chapter 46: The Hug

Sorry for the wrong spelling. It was actually tampon not tampoon. Hahaha! I'm really sorry.

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(14th of September)

Eleanor's POV:

I've woken up by the gaze of the bright sunlight that nearly blinds my vision that strikes through the window, facing a feet away from the bed where I was laying. The disarray duvet that wraps against my cold skin, somehow protects my skin from direct heat.

I move away the duvet and climb out of bed. I stretch my arms out and my legs to fully waken myself up. Rubbing my eyes, I head towards the kitchen. I could see James, obviously cooking our breakfast since I have smelled hotdogs and pancakes when I wake up.

I lean on the marble countertop as I finger comb my hair, watching him. After a few seconds, he then turn around and greeted me.

"Hey!" He smiles, seemingly surprised. He's wearing a gray shirt, showing his grown biceps.

"How long you've been watching over me?" he asks. Before I could answer, I watch him as he get the cooked hotdogs from the pan.

"Not too long" I shrug. I get the plate from the cupboard after answering him. I put the pancakes on a plate and put some sauce and butter on it. After that, he grab the plates and I help him do it.

"Thanks." he says, pulling the chair and let me sit.

"Thanks." I say,before sitting.

"For what?" I ask, reaching over the hotdogs but couldn't,so he hand it to me.

"Thank you" I say.

"For helping me prepare." he says, mouth full of pancakes.

"Not a big thing,really." I say and then sip a glass of water.

"We have said a lot of 'Thanks' " I say and we laugh.

"Crazy." he say and after that, the remainder of our breakfast at 6:20am, when I've glanced over the clock, was spent in a deafening silence, but not boring at least.

"Are you not going home?" he asks, grabbing the used plate, putting it unto the sink.

"Are you telling me so?" I jests, pushing the chair back.

"No. Hell no! " he stammers, washing the dishes.

I'm glad he's the one doing it. Trying to be a gentleman probably. I guess he doesn't know that I deeply know guys. Man, man. Man will always be a man. I laugh at my own thoughts, watching him as he wipe the plates with a towel and put it in the cupboard afterwards.

"What do you want to do after this?" I ask him, glancing over the clock and then back at him.

"umm... I really don't have an idea what to do, actually." he laughs lazily.

"It's up to you." he say, walking pass me.

" I forgot we're supposed to have a shopping today." I remind him.

"I would think about it." He say as he sits down and grab the remote.

"You're leaving tomorrow James." I remind him again and he just look at me normally.

" Yeah. I mean.. Yeah I know I am." he laughs, turning the tv on before give me a glance.

"We have to buy some foods. Foods that you will eat on plane." I tell him since I cannot think something that could make him come with me. He first look at me, raising his eyebrow and then burst into laughter.