Mira was sitting across from me at the table, meticulously spreading butter onto her pancakes. Her precision was uncanny considering the activity.
I was already onto my second when she popped her first bite into her mouth. The moment the sweetbread hit her tongue her eyes rolled back into her head in utter ecstasy. Mira loved pancakes. And when I say love I'm mean love. I bet that girl would eat them for every meal if you let her. I didn't help any that these were the first pancakes she'd eaten since she got back, so her tastebuds were on overload.
I couldn't hold back my smile at the sight of the whole thing. Mira never failed to make me smile, or laugh for that matter. Any good feeling in the world and Mira could make you feel it. It was just the way she was built I guess. Built to make you the darn most happy person on the planet.
I think it's why I loved her so much.
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My Dear is My Death
RomancePeter is in love. Very much in love. The problem is, he is lovesick for a forbidden girl, and its killing him.
