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🥘 fifteen. euphoria .⊹ °ʚ☆ɞ°.⭒₊
A heavy black line crossed over the small box reserved within the calendar and all of the other boxes were crossed off, showing how the months passed. Outside, the sun was barely beginning to ride over the horizon and it was cold as a stray cat meowed, clawing at the crack of the window which allowed the cold morning air in. It was a nice morning despite cars honking at each other even though people were still waking up. Footsteps gently pattered against the polished wooden floor and the stray cat meowed again when a bowl of milk was place in front of them, immediately dipping down to drink and lap at the milk. On the calendar, a day was unmarked and had tiny writing on it.
Odessa rested her chin on her knuckles, her eyebrows were furrowed together, and she merely stared for a little while. She reached up, pulling down the past months that were marked off, and she stopped at a particular month where a heart was drawn on a specific day.
Six months.
Six months and everything with Carmy felt so natural yet stuck at the same time.
Was that normal in relationships?
As Odessa pulled on her oversized sweater, she heard Carmy's phone buzz from the bed stand and she looked over to see if Sydney or Richie was texting him early. Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion at seeing an unknown number leave a message or two behind and she squinted her eyes.
why did you give me a fake #????, one of the texts read, but Odessa tried to ignore it and brush it off as a mistake Carmy did. She ignored the telltale signs of jealousy that was sitting its ugly head out and she shoved it away because she was a grown woman, not some jealous teenage girl. Just a misunderstanding. Nothing more, nothing less.
The stove clicked on, causing flames to lick the underside of the burnt pan, and the square of butter began bubbling, melting into a light yellow liquid. A white shell hit and cracked against the side of the pan before the yolk dropped into the center of the warm pan. For a minute, the sound of the egg cooking made her feel okay and at ease despite how itchy her oversized sweater was. In a pan nearby, a mush of potato grated hash browns cooked and the white turned into a cooked brown.
"You're up early."
"You slept in for once."
Odessa pressed an air kiss against Carmy's cheek before she put the plates of food onto the small dining table and she paused at seeing a stack of magazines near the doorway. She shambled over, her bunny eared slippers never lifting up from the polished wooden floor, and Odessa flipped through the fashion magazine. An ad for cosmetology classes was listed and her eyebrows raised. Odessa always wanted to learn how to be a beautician when she was younger and maybe she had a better shot at it than being a roast chef.
