The two lovers on the upper east side

The dramatics of it all

A bit more wholesome for your recovery after the last chapter.

Tammy's pov

A single tear rolls down her cheek.

At that moment the room went quiet. "Please step out...of the kitchen," I said in the gentlest voice possible.

Without speaking another word I watched as she brushed past me gathering her coat and proceeding to exit through the front door, her flowery scent following with her.

I let out a long-awaited sigh while leaning against the countertop.

"What a mess."

By the time I had finished surveying all the damage and brainstorming solutions the sun had already begun to set outside of the living room window.

'Perhaps I was a bit too harsh?' I thought while checking the time on my watch. I wasn't too worried about my counterpart's whereabouts but I still felt a bit of panic rising in my chest.

I knew that allowing her to explore different areas she wasn't familiar with in her childhood would have to come with some downsides. Maybe a ban from the kitchen was a bit too far but still. "My precious oven," I said aloud as I slumped to the floor.

You see I happened to be a bit of a dramatic when it came to things I held dearest. Like my(girlfri-)...my poor oven.

I took another glance at the soot-covered piece of machinery in front of me. There was a faint scent of burnt barbeque chicken in the air which confirmed my suspicion of what food had caused this disturbance in my household. There wasn't anything I could do about the damage at the moment besides pray.

I slowly clapped my hands together and shut my eyes as the memories of all the time I spent cooking with this oven resurfaced.

I shed a single tear when a knock echoed through the house.

'Who'd interrupt my mourning' I thought while slowly rising off the ground.

In a daze, I made it to the front door not even remembering to look through the peephole before I swung it open.

And there she stood with the dimly lit hallway, the lighting managing to illuminate the smirk on her caramel-colored face as she held two McDonalds bags.

"I've come home, my child."

At that moment I slammed the door right in her face which was followed by more knocking.

"Baby I'm sorry I won't do it again"

"What did I say about staying out of my kitchen when I'm not home!"

"To stay- out"

"And what did you do!"

"Stayed in, but baby I only want to see you happy."

"You caused me great pain and anguish today!"

"Open this damn door Tamina William's."

"NO!"

My sudden outbursts were followed by more loud knocks.

"It wasn't supposed to end this way!" The woman I once loved said.

"I've moved on," I said my voice was now wavering from all of the overwhelming emotions I was currently feeling.

Grief, anger-

Not even more than two minutes later my significant annoyance found its way back into my house.

'I was defeated by something as trivial as hunger.' I internally groaned while chewing on my big mac that had been purchased as a symbol of peace.

"I love you," the woman seated at the other side of the coffee table said, after scarfing down her 4 piece chicken nuggets. I looked down at her freckle-covered face in disgust.

"You're an idiot," I replied through my slow chewing.

"Why are you still fighting me?" she sang and then proceeded to take a sip of her sprite.

"You're the one who killed my first love Grace," I said bitterly.

"It's not even completely destroyed!!!"

"And you walked out on me."

At that I received five slaps to the face and as punishment was banned from any kisses for the next week.

Unfortunately for her, the punishment was lifted after three hours.

"Do you know how much the oven repair person is going to charge?"

"Shut up and hold me or do you want to die?"