"I-it's..uhmm." his mother stumbled, while Carden's gaze bore into me, an intimidating force that made my eyes instinctively drop to the floor.
CARDENS MOTHER
She said that they didn't argue, but I guess they did.
"Since Carden's here, I'll leave you two to talk," I said, excusing myself back to my room.
CARDEN
I stood in front of her, her eyes hadn't met mine since the minute I stepped inside. "What are you doing here?" I ask. She turned around, going back to the kitchen stove "The question is, how did you know I was here?"
"My dad texted me and said you were at my place," I said following behind in her footsteps.
"Oh, I see." Oh, I see? Is she the Evelyn I know? I shook off my thoughts. I shouldn't be at a loss for words for something like this. "Aren't you curious about my health today? Why aren't you asking me how I'm feeling." I said as I leaned near her, whispering my words.
EVELYN
"Because you told me not to." though I did creep into his room last night to check his state. "Are you gonna listen to everything I say?" he said, his breath lingering on my neck. Hot. Hot. Hot.
"Why are you making dinner here? Stop it."
"WHY SHOULD I?!" I shouted. "I'm doing it because I want to--" I turned around to convey my thoughts to Carden. However, as I pivoted, the proximity between us caught me off guard. He was standing close, much closer than I had anticipated, and the realization sent a wave of flustered surprise through me. The words I intended to express in anger momentarily faded, replaced by a subtle hesitation.
Carden remained unaffected by the closeness. As I tried to regain composure, my hand, still holding the knife I had been using, instinctively pointed towards him in a gesture that mirrored my internal turmoil. "STAY AWAY FROM ME!! I'm holding a knife!" I shouted.
He immediately took a few steps back, his blank face still lingering. Cold. So cold. "Happy now?" he asks. "Yes."
"By the way, whatever I'm doing here, I'm doing it because I want to."
"But you're cooking when your leg is injured, of course, I'll get upset."
"Well, there's no need for you to be. The wound is healed, and it doesn't hurt." I turned back to the stove "Please stop this. I need to cook, now. Please leave me be." He's always so domineering! Never asks me how I feel and always views things by his own standard! And what did he say yesterday? Didn't he say he despises people with my personality? Well, it's not like I like his personality either! I'm just bearing with because of what may happen in the future, that's all. My priority is saving his life. I put all my anger into chopping the tomatoes before I slid them into soup.
"I'd like to apologize."
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Did Carden just say sorry? Am I hearing things? I stood frozen near the stove as thoughts lingered in my brain. "I'm sorry for losing my temper when I'm the one who broke that glass." Oh, my goodness it really is an apology. "I said I'm sorry. So let's just head home now." I knew it.
"Did you apologize just to make me go home?"
"No, but I don't want to see you like this."
"I don't like it when you do this, either. If you want to go home so bad, why don't you go yourself?" I scoffed. "If you keep this up," I swear there's a vein popping out of his forehead.
