Sebastian.
I was sick that day, I didn't show up to school. Later on your admit that you were worried about me. My perfect attendence was proof that missing school wasn't a all time thing.
So you walked the five miles to my house just to see me.
I was in pjs, with my hair piled high on my head. My skin pale, and my nose red from all the wiping.
I had no make-up on, so you can imagine how horrified I was when I heard the bell ring and opened it to see you on the other side.
Actually horrified isn't even a good enough word.
But anyways. I asked you why you were here and your replied, how you noticed how I wasn't in school today and you wanted to see if everything was ok.
I replied with a very hoarse "Yes, I'm fine but I'm sick."
You asked if my mother was home, and when I said no. You walked right by me into the house. I had no clue why you would do that but I freaked.
What if my mom came home and found you here?
But you my love, were on a mission. You went straight to my kitchen and started to prepare me soup. And when I asked what on earth you were doing you response was adorable.
"My baby can't take care of herself! She needs to be well taken care of, and that's what I'll do."
I almost fainted.
But instead I ate your chicken soup.
If my fever didn't kill me, the soup would have.
You're not good at cooking.
Ana,
a survivor.
