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When you and your dad arrived at your apartment you apologized for the mess and offered him your room to sleep in. He declined though and insisted on taking the couch. The next morning you tried to wake up extra early to make breakfast for you and your dad but he was up before you and already cooking.
"Dad, are you serious? I wanted to make breakfast for you," you complained as you entered the kitchen. "I don't know what you were going to cook with, all you have is boxes of mac and cheese," he snaps "Suprised I could find anything other than that." he finished and you glanced over his shoulder to see what he was making.
"Tamagoyaki," your dad announced as if he could tell you were trying to figure out, "and pancakes." In that moment you were ten times more happy your dad was here. He was a better cook than you and you missed his cooking. "Nobody makes pancakes like you do." you mused going to sit at the small table in your kitchen that only had two chairs.
You waited there and talked with your dad until he finished cooking, and when he sat down after handing you your food he glared at you. "What?" you asked with a mouthful of tamagoyaki. "You need to clean up in here, I didn't wanna say anything last night but..." your dad says while eyeing your messy apartment.
There he goes again. Your eyes got all watery again too from his lecturing. "I missed you so much dad, I don't think I've said it enough," you say wiping the tears off your face with the back of your hand. Your dad immediately got all soft again after this and you enjoyed each other's presence for the next few hours before you took him to the train station.
"I hope the ferry ride isn't too bad," you say when you drop him off and somehow you manage not to break down into tears when you finally departed.
Later that night you were at the theatre backstage with Andre and Elora once again preparing for your last performance of 'The Nutcracker'. "Aren't you guys so sad we're done with the show after this?" Andre asked. This time he was waiting for the two of you to finish your makeup in your dressing room.
"Not really, we'll do it again more than likely," you said and you felt a sudden shift in the atmosphere. So you turned to look at Elora and Andre who were exchanging awkward glances. Your eyes narrowed on your friend, "What's wrong?" you question.
Andre sucks in a sharp breath and looks down to the ground. "I got approached by the Paris Opera Ballet and I'm going back to France to perform with them." he finishes quickly--ripping off the bandaid. You feel your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach at his words.
"That's good news though, you deserve it." You say trying to sound encouraging but your voice is cracking and both Elora and Andre start getting tear eyed. "But," you start again letting out a shaky breath "we'll miss you a lot." The tears started streaming down all of your faces and you guys got into a group hug.
"You probably should've saved that for after the show Andre," Elora laughs through tears while rubbing your back. "Probably, because now we're going to have to touch up our makeup." he agrees while wiping his tears when you all leave the group hug.
"Let's make sure this is our best performance yet then," you say while wiping your tears away.
And that's exactly what you guys did.
You had cried more in the past three days than you had in the past five years. Usually, you tried to make sure you were perceived as strong, like someone who wasn't emotional. You thought letting people see you cry was being too vulnerable and you didn't like that at all.
At the end of the night when you parted ways with your colleagues again you felt a huge weight being taken off your shoulders. You were going to have a week-long break from dance which you desperately needed. By the time you arrived back at your apartment, you were exhausted and hungry.
So of course you were going to make mac and cheese. You went straight to the cupboards in your kitchen and grabbed a box of white cheddar mac and cheese. Before you started you opened Instagram on your phone and saw the Hana Sasaki Ballet Co. official Instagram age posted a couple of photos from opening night and one of the photos was of you during the Sugar Plum Fairy dance.
You reposted the photo to your story and wrote a caption with it;
thanks to everyone who came the last few nights, the shows have been amazing, and thank you to everyone involved. you're all amazing and especially thank you to @emikosakusa for being an incredible teacher and giving me such an amazing opportunity!
You read the caption over for spelling errors before posting it to your story and closing your phone.
You had to look through your cupboards again for a pot to fill with water. You begin the preparation for your mac and cheese and let the pot of water come to a boil on the stove. While you wait for it to boil you head to the living room that was only a few steps away and turn your TV on to find something to watch.
As you're scrolling through the channels you give up on cable options and open Netflix and browse on there. You decide on your favorite comfort movie and pull it up. You weren't going to start until your food was ready.
Soyou walked back to the kitchen where the water was finally boiling and you dumped the shells from the box into the pot and began to stir them around with a wooden spoon.
You let them be and occasionally stirred them while grabbing your phone gain and scrolling through Instagram. You saw Emiko reposted your story to hers and captioned it with three white heart emojis. You smile at the post and like her story.
Looking back down at the pot full of noodles they were finally done so you turned the stove top off, grabbed an oven mitt, took the pot over to your sink, and dumped out the water. Then you took the pot back on the stove and put emptied the cheese sauce into the pot, along with milk, and a bit of butter. Then proceeding to mix the ingredients until they melted and you felt your mouth start to water as you eyed the mac and cheese.
Instead of emptying the pot into a bowl you took the oven mitt with you to your living room along with the pot and sat the pot on top of the oven mitt on your coffee table. "Oh shit I need a spoon," you remembered before sitting on your couch.
You rushed back to the kitchen looked through your utensil drawer and grabbed a spoon heading back to the living room quickly. You dug into the mac and cheese and blew on the scoop you had picked up before eating it.
You clapped for yourself sure this was the best meal you'd made yet. Which it wasn't.
Finally, you hit play on your movie and as the intro to the movie began with all of those studio names you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You pulled it out of your pocket and turned it on to yo see the notification on your lock screen.
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