~the undead Diaries~ (re-editing!!)

tension

We stood there, locked in a moment of shared smiles, the weight of our rivalry momentarily lifted as the world around us faded away. For a few quiet minutes, everything else ceased to exist. Yet, in the back of my mind, a nagging thought surfaced: we were supposed to despise each other. So, how was it that we had just kissed?

As the reality of what had happened sank in, my smile gradually faded, replaced by a growing sense of confusion. I met his gaze, feeling a mix of shock and awkwardness, unsure of what to do next. My heart raced in my chest, and I found myself at a loss for words.

I stole a glance at the door, contemplating an escape from this unexpected situation, then turned back to face him, feeling the intensity of his eyes on me. "What just happened?" I finally managed to whisper, my voice shaky and uncertain. The air between us crackled with unspoken questions, and I braced myself for whatever would come next.

But then there was something else; he stood towering over me like an imposing statue, his presence intimidating. I desperately wanted to meet his gaze, but the weight of my actions settled heavily on my conscience, making it impossible. Instead, I diverted my eyes to the floor, feeling the warmth of the wood beneath me. 

As I stood there, a faint smell from the kitchen down the stairs reminding me that breakfast was on the stove. The thought of checking on the pancakes and crispy bacon occupied my mind, a welcome distraction from the tension hanging in the air.

"I need to go check on breakfast," I declared, before darting out the door and racing down the stairs. My heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and eagerness as I sprinted toward the kitchen. As I rounded the corner, I was surprised to find everyone gathered in the living room.

They were cozily nestled into the plush sofa and armchairs, engaged in conversation, their laughter ringing like music in the air. Even with the metal covering the windows some light streamed through the large bay window, casting a warm golden glow over their faces, which radiated joy and contentment. Even with

I paused for a moment, a broad smile spreading across my face as I took in the scene. Despite the chaos and uncertainty that loomed outside in the wider world, this little haven felt safe and warm. It was a heartening reminder that, for now, we had a space where we could be happy. Perhaps, just for this little moment, everything would be alright, and we could share this simple joy together.

Just as I was about to turn the corner into the kitchen, Arrow called out to me, his voice curious. "Hey, where are you headed?" he asked. I responded quickly, still on edge from the earlier situation. I looked at him, surprised and stuttered out "B-Breakfast!" and dashed into the kitchen, eager to see how everything was coming along.

When I finally rounded the corner to the kitchen, the scent was delicious. My nose filled with the smell of coffee, bacon, eggs, and pancakes all ready. But my mind was elsewhere; the anticipation of the morning had taken its toll on me. 

I leaned against the cool wall, feeling the smooth surface against my back. Slowly, I sank to the floor, my head falling into my hands as I rested my elbows on my knees, trying to gather my thoughts and calm my racing mind. I took a deep breath and calmed my mind down. I turned the stove off and put all the food out on the table. I pulled out the plates and cutlery and set the dining table.

I walked towards the living room and rounded the corner to call everyone to the dining room, but sitting on the couch was Finn, laughing with everyone. The events of earlier came crashing back down on me, but I needed to stay calm; the others couldn't know what happened upstairs. I put a smile on my face and told everyone breakfast was ready