modere woke me up that next morning, with a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon.
it reminded me of what my mom would've made me, if i had went home the other night.
after breakfast and secretly giving moose my scraps, i called my mother.
"hey," i toy with modere's remote control, lounging on his sofa, channel surfing.
my mom erupts on the other side of the call, asking me numerous questions.
"where have you been, i've been so worried about you! child, i don't know what i would've done if you hadn't called me," she breathes into the receiver, and i feel sorry that i hadn't told her where i was.
"i'm at modere's, i slept on the couch,"
modere's curly hair peaks from inside the kitchen.
"alone," i add watching him, listening.
he moves back inside.
my mom sighs. "don't think i don't trust you, you have a right mind between your shoulders. i just wanted to make sure you were okay. come home whenever. i'm not rushing you. just call me okay?"
"i will 'ma." i lay back on the couch pillows. i crush one underneath my arm.
"i love you," she sighs again.
"i love you more,"
she hangs up the phone and i move to plug my phone up so that it could charge.
i get up and tip toe my way into the kitchen, tapping on modere's shoulder.
he grunts and continues to clean the dishes.
"what are you doing?" i ask slyly, breathing on his neck.
"ew stop that!" he scrunches up his neck and jumps away from me.
"stop it," he adds, putting back his cooking ingredients back into the refrigerator. his back is still turned to me. even though he can't see me, he's always faced towards me. not now though.
"sorry,"
modere sighs heavily, never turning to face me, dropping a plate full of eggs into moose's bowl.
i walk back into the living room and plop heavily on the couch. i go back to channel surfing, pouting and annoyed.
i think back to how i used to be.
back when i used to date, him,
i had such a short fuse. i would get upset very easily about little things.
modere has been testing my patience with his own mood changes.
with each click and push of the buttons on the remote, i became even more upset, my face heating up a degree, my hands shaking a little bit more.
i ended up staring at a blank tv screen.
"hey," i sat still and ignored him.
"hey, hermia?" his voice grew louder with concern.
"where did you go?" i stare at the blank screen.
"why aren't you answering me?" i can see my own reflection in the screen staring back at me.
"is something wrong?" he moves towards the couch. moose lays in front of the kitchen door.
"can you please say something," i get up off the couch. i pick up my things and head to the door.
i'm losing it.
i shut the door loudly as i make my way out. leaving modere standing facing towards the tv.
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broken eyes
Short Story"his eyes were a light shade of blue, almost grey, like his eyes were what sadness feels like. "
