11:11 [ pewdiepie ]

III. frames

The day went by a blur.

After Peter Pan, they watched three more movies and as the credits rolled on the third one, the two have already fallen asleep, two empty bowl of Lays and cookies and two empty glasses of orange juice in front of them, and Dawn's head leaned onto Felix's shoulder.

Looking at them, they certainly looked like a father and a daughter in that position. If not just for the slight differences between them.

Dawn has dark coffee-colored hair while Felix was a lighter shade of brown that was now dyed cream. Dawn has a darker complexion than him. Dawn's eyes were a darker shade of cerulean blue while Felix has the lighter shade of crystal blue.

But still, they look so cute together.

If she were still here, she would be smiling from ear to ear.

This is not what she was asking for when she wished for him to find someone new. She was wishing someone that would love him like she did, if not, even more.

But this kind of love would not hurt. In fact, fatherly love coming from him looks so pure and sweet. She hoped that this sweet child would help him cope up with what he had lost.

Felix felt a soft breeze. He shuddered and fluttered his eyes open, two orbs skimming through his view.

The windows were not open. Where did the breeze came from?

He then felt the heavy weight on his right shoulder. He looked down and his gaze softened at the sight of Dawn.

He looked at his screen for the time. 5:46 pm.

He carefully lifted her head off from his shoulder with his free hand. He slowly stood up, not wanting to wake her up, and heaved her off the couch to take her into the bedroom. He tucked her in and went to the kitchen.

They were so interested and focused on what was happening on the screen they forgot to eat lunch.

He was so hungry. He took another cookie from the cupboard before rummaging through his ref to see what he can cook for dinner.

It was not just himself that he was going to cook for anymore and the idea, somehow, made him feel contented.

Memories with Marzia flashed before his eyes, an envisage of euphoric memories that does nothing but relentlessly rip through his heart. It was kind off ironic, was it not?

Just the other day, his head had nothing but the images of her. Her eyes. Her smiles. Her lips. Her kiss. Her.

He pressed the heel of both of his palms on his eyes. He sighed and started rummaging again on what was inside his fridge, or what was left of it.

He really needed to go to the grocery.

After a few minutes of scrambling, he finally settled for fish and chips.

•••

Dawn stirred from the sound of cooking. She opened her eyes and found herself with a comfortable bed beneath her, the same bed she woke up to this morning.

She rubbed the sleep off her eyes and sat. Her cerulean blues trailed on every detail of the room, looking for hints that would give her a clue about Felix's life.

She swung her legs off the bed and onto the cold marble. It would not hurt if she would look around while he was busy, right?

She did not get the chance to see her surroundings because the first thing she thought that morning was how hungry she was and how she was going to meet his savior.