a sinner's saint

act 4

laney's pov:
                     i look at the clock that laid right above my black velevet "L" shaped sofa. "7:23." i walk from my front door to my kitchen. i lean on my marble counters pondering what i want to eat. I make the decision of making Lasagna. i started out by making the dough and rolling it, thin and silky. with a gentle touch, i expertly layered the sheets in a greased baking pan, ensuring every layer was perfectly aligned. As i worked, the aroma of baking bread filled the air, embracing the kitchen with warmth and comfort.

Next, i moved on to the sauce - the heart and soul of my lasagna. I skillfully sautéed onions and garlic in virgin olive oil until they turned golden brown, releasing a tantalizing smell. i then added ripe, juicy tomatoes, gently crushing them as they simmered to create a rich, thick sauce that would envelop the pasta with flavor.

As the sauce bubbled on the stove, i turned my attention to the filling. i blended together creamy ricotta cheese, freshly grated Parmesan, and finely chopped spinach, creating a vibrant green filling that promised to add depth to every bite.

With the components falling into place, i submerged myself in a rhythm of alternating layers: pasta, the tangy tomato sauce, velvety cheese mixture, flaunting green spinach - a symphony of colors and flavors coming together in perfect harmony.

Once the pan was filled, i covered it with a generous sprinkle of shredded mozzarella and an extra drizzle of sauce, sealing in the flavors and giving the lasagna a golden, crispy finish.

The oven hummed with anticipation as i gently placed the masterpiece inside. As the lasagna baked, the entire house was saturated with an alluring aroma, filling my heart with warmth and eager anticipation.

The oven beeped letting me know that the lasagna was done, so i took out some oven mits from my cabinet drawer. i slid them over my soft and warm hands as i pull out the lasagna from inside the very hot Oven. i pull out a plateand a fork and place it beside the lasagna. i cut into the delicious delicacy, i take the cutted piece of food and plot it on my plate. i take out foil and start to wrap up the lasagna before walking over to the fridge and putting up the left over food.

i shut the fridge and gladly take my plate and skip over to my woodened table. i pull out my own chair and sat down with my cuisine. i place my fork into my mouth bite by bite until my plate was wiped clean. i gladly take my plate to the kitchen and placing the dish in the sink. i noticed the building stack of dishes in the sink. i carefully loaded the batch of plates into the dishwasher, making sure not to drop them orhave them slip out of my hands.

after around 5 minutes of me filling the dishwasher, i put the soap into the dishwasher, i close it and start it up. i turn on the cold water and start to wash my hands from what the dirty dishes left on my hands. i put soap on my hands, and i start scrubbing until i felt that my hands were clean. i washed the soap off my hands, i turned off the water and took the paper towels that sat on opposite side of the counter. i grab a piece and wiped my hands dry.

i threw away the wet paper towel. i walk around my house checking every window and door i have to make sure they are locked before i turn off all the house lights. i walk up stairs in the dark and i reach my room. my room still had a light on from when my friends were here. i open the door and close it carefully behind me. i get my phone from off the groud were i was sitting earlier and put it on the charger for the night. i yawn and tie my ginger hair into a messy bun. i turn off the lights and crawl into bed and quickly fall asleep.
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Cade's pov:

i watch from her window. Laney, she was so beautiful, ginger red hair that reminded me of Autumn; my favorite season. Her green eyes remind me of the forest or emarlds. I wanted to kill that guy she was with at the park and ice cream parlor today. He doesn't deserve her, i deserve her. Her laugh, heartbeat, smile, i deserve it all. although they are not dating, it still pissed me off when he took that waitresses number. On the first date too. i wouldn't do that, No. I'll worship the ground she walks on, i wouldnt even look at any other girl.