Aching for a Breaking

Prolouge

The beautiful scent of pumpkin pie was dancing throughout the house. John was sitting on the couch, watching a program on TV. Probably something I liked, Law and Order. Ever since we started dating he recorded them onto his DVR so every time I came up we could watch them together. My scarf was laying on top of his dresser, where it had laid the very first day. It was left untouched since then, and it smelled like me. The scented candle burned brightly on his nightstand. John stood up and turned off the TV, walking into the kitchen with me. He admired my every detail and smiled.
I was going to make pumpkin bread with a new recipe I found online. John reached over to the record player, playing some old record I've never heard. He reached out his hand, offering to dance. I took his offer, and grabbed it. He twirled me a few times, making me dizzy. I rested my head on his shoulder as we swayed gently to the music. My eyes fluttered shut and I thought about many things. Mainly about how people say John's too old for me. But I didn't think so anyway. Neither did he. He loves me a lot, and I love him too. I felt like we could stay like this forever, just me in his arms. That's when his phone rang suddenly, causing him to loosen his grip on me. He left me standing there in the kitchen, cutting off the music and answering his phone.
It was about 12 o'clock in the morning by now, I decided I would spend the night. No use in going back home. The paparazzi would be all over by now. I changed out of my dress into one of his shirts, the smell so wonderful. It smelled just like him. I creeped into bed and snuggled up to him, closing my eyes and falling into a deep, lovely sleep.