Yasmina walked into the kitchen looking for something left behind by someone she cared about, a recipe card for beef stew, it was simple but it was what she and Sammy made together, and loved every second of making it.
She gathered the ingredients trying to think of Sammy, walking beside her giving her little smiles as she preps the ingredients for the stock, and hugs as she sets the pot of ingredients and water on the hot stove. Tears come to her eyes as happy memories come back to her she wipes them away as she sets a timer and goes to set the table. She grabbed a bowl out of the cupboard, and a fork out of the kitchen drawer.
She had to stop herself from grabbing a second bowl. As she brought her hand back to her chest, soft sobs forced their way through her as she let herself cry and mourn the loss of her beloved. Yasmina could have sworn she felt arms wrap around her shoulders with the right amount of pressure to help her calm down, she looked around and saw no one.
She took a few breaths, wiped her tears, and made her way to the dining table where two pictures of her and Sammy stood the photo on the left immortalized the happiest day of her life the two were at a church holding each other's cheek the dress on Sammy was perfect her brown eyes still held the warmth and softness in the photo, and the other was of the saddest day at Sammy's funeral Yaz's hand was gingerly placed on the coffin, the black suit she had on during the service was never touched since that day.
When the timer went off she checked the stew and tasted the broth, a small, soft smile drew itself across her face she finally got it right. It tasted just how Sammy and her made it, she felt closer to her now even if it was through a simple dish it felt like she was saying goodbye.
