in the night | the weeknd

ten

Abel

I wake up to find that Jasmine isn't next to me. I quickly sit up and rush around the apartment, seeing if she's in any of the rooms.

She's not.

Where the hell has she gone? She fucking lied to me - she told me she wouldn't go running off, but that's what she's done.

"Fuck!" I scream, punching the frame. The frame falls to the floor, along with the shards of glass. There's cuts on my knuckles.

"Abel?" I turn around and find Jasmine standing in the doorway, dressed in a black hoodie and jeans. She looks at me and then catches sight of my hand and her eyes grow wide. "Abel, what the hell did you do?" She rushes over to me and drags me to the bathroom.

"I thought you left," I mutter, while she runs the cold water over my knuckles.

Jasmine turns to look at me. "What?" she asks. She lets go of my hand and I leave it under the cold water, watching the blood disappear. Jasmine cradles my face with both of her hands and I look at her. "I told you, I'm not going anywhere."

"Where did you you go?"I want to know, watching as Jasmine turns off the tap and looks through the draw. She grabs a bandage and starts wrapping it around up my hand and then over my knuckles.

"I went back to the house," she tells me, focused on the bandage.

"Why didn't you wake me up? I could've taken you there."

"I know," Jasmine says. "But I didn't want to wake you. You looked so peaceful sleeping. I thought I'd be back before you woke up, but I clearly wasn't." She finishes bandaging my hand and smiles at me.

"What did you go back for?" I want to know.

Jasmine shrugs. "Just a couple of things," she answers simply. "Anywayn enough about that, I'm starving."

I smile and get up, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the bathroom and to the kitchen. "Seeing as though I'm injured," I say, moving my injured hand. "I think you should make me breakfast."

Jasmine laughs and plays with the necklace I gave her. I smile at the sight of it around her neck. "Okay," she says, taking off her hoodie and adjusting her black t-shirt. "Let's see what you have." She starts looking through the wardrobes and I watch as she does, admiring her. She gets something out of the cupboafd and goes over to the fridge. "Pancakes?" she asks. She turns to look at me and I try to make it look like I haven't been staring at her this whole time.

"Um, yeah," I say uneasily. "Sounds nice."

Jasmine grins and starts cracking the eggs and add it the flour. She starts to whisk and I notice that her arms are beginning to ache.

"Here, let me," I say, holding out my non-injured hand for the bowl.

"No!" Jasmine protests. "It's fine.  I got it, starboy. And anyway, making you breakfast is the least I can do. You've done so much for me already, Abe. I owe you big time."

"You're an idiot," I tell her. "You don't owe me anything." I stay silent. "Are you sure you don't want any help?"

Jasmine smiles at me. "Well, if you insist," she starts to say to me. "You can make the pancakes. Come here."