FAIRY TALE
noun: fairytale
- something resembling a fairy tale in being magical, idealized, or extremely happy.
modifier noun: fairy-tale
"a fairy-tale romance"
• Based on the Netflix series Cobra Kai
• Robby Keene...
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It was early morning, the sky still dim and hazy with the first light of day. The quiet atmosphere felt almost like a soft cocoon, but Odette couldn't quite relax. She sat up in bed, stretching her back and glancing toward the window. The faint light shining through the blinds seemed to mock her, gently pulling her from the sleep that had been so elusive. She rubbed her eyes with both hands, letting out a deep, weary sigh.
The events of last night—Miguel's outburst, the pain of being hit, the confusion—still lingered in her mind, like a fog that wouldn't lift. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the thoughts and started the day.
After getting out of bed, she pulled on a white button-up shirt, rolled up the sleeves and paired it with jean shorts. She slipped into flip flops, tied her hair up, leaving a few strands to frame her face. There was something comforting about the simplicity of the outfit. Maybe it would help her feel a little more grounded today, a little more in control.
Odette made her way downstairs, the familiar scent of breakfast wafting up from the kitchen. She entered the room to find Oliver already busy at the stove, flipping eggs and bacon. The rhythmic clatter of cooking utensils was a stark contrast to the quiet stillness of the house.
She walked to the breakfast bar and sat down, resting her hand over the bruise on her cheek as if that could somehow erase the memory of it. The night had turned out nothing like she'd expected. Miguel had been furious, and now, neither she nor Sam had answered his calls or messages. They wanted nothing to do with him, not after what had happened at the Canyon party.
Oliver approached her, his hands full with a plate of eggs and bacon. He set the plate in front of her, and Odette snapped out of her thoughts, blinking and focusing on the food in front of her.
Oliver's eyes widened when he noticed the bruise on her cheek. "O, is that a bruise?"
"Um... I tripped in my bedroom." Odette lied.
"You tripped?" Oliver repeated, walking around the breakfast bar and leaning in to examine her face more closely. His concern deepened as he sighed, settling beside her. "What are your plans for today?"
Odette shrugged, the weight of everything hanging heavy in the air. "I don't know. Maybe go to the All Valley?"
"That's today? You should go." He urged, his tone insistent but gentle.
"Why?" She wondered, looking at him in confusion.
Oliver sighed deeply, leaning back a little. "Because, believe it or not, O, you're different than you were last year. You're more out going now."
"Well before, interacting with other people felt like exercise. I felt better about myself every time I did it; it made me stronger and healthier. It also exhausted me, and if I did too much, I felt sore and cramped. But if I go too long without, I felt sluggish and stifled."
