Chance

Chapter 23 - Eggs and Toast

Sylver

Adam's small apartment was not exactly what you'd expect from him. Take his bedroom for example. It had a bed. A closet. A nightstand with a lamp and a drawer full of mints and condoms. And a rug. The window was small too. I almost felt congested, like the room had too many people. When it literally had two people.

The sun came streaming in (whatever could stream in from that small window) and that was what woke me up. I was enveloped in Adam's embrace. I breathed his scent in. I hadn't done this in a while. I smiled. I kissed his cheek. I felt his unshaved face against my lips. They pricked but tickled. It felt good.

I tried to loosen his grip but his arms did what he did to my heart : it kept tightening it's grip. Cheesy? You'd have to know Adam to know that I'm not joking.

I could hear the damn birds. All this but Adam hadn't stirred. Maybe he was used to this new lifestyle. He sure made it like home - messy with the distinct smell of musk and popcorn - so Adam.

I wiggled my way out of his embrace and searched for my clothes. I had slept with my ex husband. On the very day we got legally separated. Great. This was great.

I explored the floor in search of my clothes. I managed to find my underwear and skirt behind the stool at the bedroom door. How did it end up there?

I found a shirt in the living room (a couch, a TV, the god damned Xbox, a side table with the telephone) and put it on. It fit me more or less perfectly. When I looked down at it, I realised it was mine in high school. What the fuck? It was my trusty Guns N Roses T-shirt.

Of course! The one I'd given Adam that one night he asked for a 'token'.

This was hardly the time for reminiscing. I was hungry!

I walked up to the kitchen (didn't even have a table to sit at) and started to make some eggs. I put two pieces if bread in the toaster. I decided to make some for Adam too. While my food cooked, I decided to use the bathroom.

I made my way (didn't take that long really) to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I took a good, long look in the mirror and saw this woman. This lost woman. What was I doing here? I'm not her. Or am I? I loved Adam. But if I did, did I make the wise decision to divorce him?

I left the bathroom, to conflicted to do anything there, and was surprised to see Adam finishing my eggs and toast.

I stood in front of the kitchen.

"Excuse me?" I said, raising my eyebrows and smirking.

He smiled, his face stuffed with scrambled eggs and buttered toast. He swallowed.

"Thanks for this!" he said, raising the last piece of toast.

I laughed quietly to myself.

Andrew Ryder Jordan Armstrong Brown

I woke up this morning to absolute eerie silence which is rare in this house. My mother works 24/7 so there was always noise. I got up and went downstairs.

I looked around but found no one around. Which was quite strange. I sat at the breakfast table. Stella came and served me some tea and toast.

"Thank you, but where's mother?" I asked.

She looked at me but didn't say anything. "Your mother..uh..she.."

"Well?"

She walked away. I stood up to look for my phone. This never happened. I ran up to my room leaving my untouched breakfast. I fumbled through the door and practically fell inside. I flipped the covers. Nothing. I scrambled through the desk. Nope. I searched all the drawers. Nada.

Then I remembered! It was in the living room. Where I probably left it last night. I raced back down and found it on the floor, almost under the couch.

I dialled mother.

It went to voicemail. I sat on the couch, exasperated.

Stella came in with the tea.

"I demand to know where she is!" I roared, clearly annoyed and curious.

She looked taken aback.

"She never came home from your father's."

Adam

I don't know about you, but I was just happy to have her cooking again.

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