I open my eyes to Connor, gently snoring behind me with his arms loosely wrapped around my waist. I must've fallen asleep some time after the kiss. Still, I can feel his lips on mine and his hands on me. I look out the window to the blinding sun and wonder how he can sleep with it shining right in his face. "Connor. Connor. Connor, wake up," I whisper. He just lightly cringes as if to say 'Yeah, as if' and turns over. I crawl out from under the blanket at looks down at my crumpled tank top and shorts. I bend down and shut off the projector, no sense in it being on in the day light. He must've unplugged the stars before he fell asleep, or I'm completely blind as I don't see any stars. Just to check, I follow the cord back to the outlet and see the plug laying on the floor.
I turn back to Connor, he stirs but still doesn't wake up. I make my way to the kitchen, I might as well make him breakfast. I open the fridge and pull out some eggs and butter. I rummage around a few cupboards, quietly, until I find the bread. I find a pan and, as quietly as humanly possible, pull it from its cupboard. It's not an overly intricate breakfast, I'm not exactly a chef, but it's better than cereal. I put the bread in the toaster and start scrambling the eggs. Normally, I'd make a fruit smoothie, but that might just be to loud to keep him in a peaceful sleep. I pull two plates and glasses from the cupboard and set them on the table. A smile spreads on my face as I place the eggs and toast on the plates and pour milk into the glasses.
I hear a stir in the living room. I silently hope that he doesn't think I'm weird or cheesy, or anything. I close my eyes and take a breath. I hear someone pull out a chair and sit down. I open my eyes, and my heart drops. I blink a few times, just to make sure that I'm not seeing things. "Who are you?" I ask quietly. "Me? Oh, I'm Natashia. Connor's girlfriend. Who are you?" She says and my heart sinks to my feet. "I'm just leaving," I whisper and walk into the living room. I pull a piece of paper from the notepad and a marker from my guitar case.
'Dear Connor,
Thank you for the coffee yesterday, it was nice of you. I hope you and Natashia enjoy the breakfast I made.
Yours Broken,
Daniella'
I leave the note on the table next to him and grab my guitar case and ukulele from the floor next to the couch and make my way to the door. I start walking home, wondering how I managed to get myself hurt again. The tears fall, I let them. I'm done being strong.
