Dead Stars

March 9th

You were taking the breakup a lot better than I thought. You seemed okay. Although, there are moments where you just stare off into space and stay quiet. I knew how much you loved Lauren.

The past few days you spent most of them in my apartment because you couldn't stand to stay in the same apartment as her. Of course, I didn't mind.

When you got back from work today, you had the same look on your face as you did that night. I was in the kitchen baking when you came in, you walked straight to me, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and sat on the kitchen counter behind me.

You peeked over my shoulder to see what I was doing. I could hear the smile in your voice when you said, "You're baking my favorite cookies!"

I turned around and held the bowl of cookie dough. I grabbed the spatula from the mix and handed it to you. You loved eating the cookie dough off the spatula and the bowl almost as much as you loved eating the cookies.

"So, Lauren called while I was at work." You say as you take a piece of cookie dough from the spatula. From your voice, I could already tell it wasn't good news. "She said she wants Ian to move in with him, which means I'm moving out. She asked me to pick up my stuff from her apartment today."

"Oh." I frowned. "Today? That's so soon."

You groaned, still eating the cookie dough out of the spatula. You looked like a little boy who with a lollipop. "I know. I still have to look for a place to stay."

I put the dough on the baking sheets. I turned around and smiled, "....Or you can stay with me?"

Your face lit up. "Really?"

I nodded my head and said, "Of course! It makes sense, doesn't it? My old roommate moves out and Lauren, the bitch, wants you out. It makes perfect sense. I mean, only if you want to."

You put a dab of cookie dough on my nose and smiled. "I'd love that."

I scrunched my nose, got the dough out of my face, and wiped it clean with a tissue paper. You stood next to me, leaning on the table. "I would also love it if you came with me to Lauren's and helped me get my stuff?"

"Sure." I say, "We leave after the cookies are done?"

You nodded your head. "Sounds like a plan." You said as you kissed my forehead and headed down the hall to what would be your new room. "You're the best, P."

After the cookies were done baking, you tried everything you could to try and steal one, but I threatened to kick you out of the apartment if you did. You whined and said you haven't even moved in yet and that I would never do that to you, which was true, but you listened anyway.

Although March is the month when spring usually starts, it was a cold day in Manchester. We were both snuggled up in our coats; wearing the beanies your mom had knitted for us last Christmas. As we walked to the apartment, you were talking about your boss at work and how his son ruined the presentation earlier today.

But as we neared Lauren's apartment, you started to become quiet. I could tell by the look on your face that you were nervous. You also started biting your nails. It was this ugly habit of yours whenever you got nervous.

Do you remember the school play we had in fifth grade? That was hilarious. You stopped biting your nails for months after that.

We stopped on our tracks, as we stood right in front of the apartment building. I looked at you and you looked at me. From the look on your face, you nervous and a little scared. I opened my hands in front of you. You smiled softly and locked yours with mine.