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

Captivated

The vivid memory of her striking eyes and the shading of her face, so close to mine, plays on a loop in my mind. She is utterly captivating and undeniably beautiful, though I would never voice those kind ofm thoughts aloud. What happened between us in that dimly lit room must remain a secret, locked away in our shared silence. No one, especially not the kids, can uncover this secret.

Yet, when she entered the living room, announcing that breakfast was ready, my heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. There she stood, illuminating the space with her presence, and I felt a flutter in my chest, a stark contradiction to the frustration and sadness I was meant to feel. I should be processing my emotions; my brother was dead for goodness' sake.

 Yet all I can think about is how perfectly her body would have molded against mine if I had only taken that leap and pulled her closer in the bedroom. The thought lingers, tinged with both desire and longing.

I shook my head, attempting to get rid of the thoughts swirling in my mind, and made my way to the kitchen for breakfast. What awaited me on the table was anything but a traditional morning meal; it was a breakfast feast that seemed fit for a celebration.

 The aroma of crispy bacon filled the air, mingling with the rich scent of perfectly cooked eggs, their golden yolks glistening in the soft morning light.

Towering stacks of fluffy pancakes sat invitingly beside a plate of golden-brown waffles, their surfaces adorned with a dusting of powdered sugar and a selection of vibrant berries. Two types of drink options stretched before me: freshly squeezed orange juice and creamy coffee.

If she were a housewife, it was clear she would excel as a culinary artist, effortlessly creating a spread that could make any breakfast feel like a special occasion.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even notice I was just standing there, gazing at the spread of food before me. The vibrant colors of the dishes blurred in my mind until Brody gently shook my arm, pulling me back to reality. 

"Hey, come sit by me," he urged with a friendly smile.

Once I took a seat next to him, I realized just how close I was to Zilla. Our arms brushed against each other as we both settled into our chairs, the warmth of her presence adding an unexpected comfort to the moment. The faint smell of spices filled the air, mingling with laughter and chatter around us, creating a cozy atmosphere that made me feel at home.

As I settled into my chair, a peaceful smile spread across my face, contrasting sharply with the turmoil raging outside our small, quaint home. The winds howled like fierce spirits, and dark clouds swirled ominously in the sky, hinting at the possibility of an impending disaster that could shatter our fragile existence. 

Yet, in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of flickering candlelight and the faint aroma of freshly baked pancakes, I wished for an eternal pause—a wish that this slice of paradise could remain untouched forever.

But deep down, I knew all too well that the tranquility we savored was as fragile as a soap bubble, with the slightest disruption capable of sending it crashing into chaos. Tomorrow or perhaps the day after, I feared a calamity might strike, uprooting the very foundations of our bliss and forcing us to rebuild our sanctuary from the ruins.

I truly wish that this moment can linger a bit longer, even if it means I have to put in the effort to protect it. The peace and contentment I've found here are too precious to let go, and I'm willing to face any challenges that come my way to ensure it remains in my life.