Hold Me In Your Everlasting Arms

Part 16: Breakfast Conversation

******EZRA'S POV******

I rolled over in my bed to see the other half completely empty. I had this deja vu sense from the party at Xavier's. Along with that feeling I also felt a rock hit mt stomach.

I thought, "maybe she just went back to the futon", just to wring out the last drops of hope.

I didn't realize how much I needed her until I swallowed again and a collision of pebbles slammed on my gut.

I remember laying her last night with her body just next to mine, and nothing felt wrong. Her warmth trickled from her back onto my arm and through me veins.

I pushed my blankets off and walked out of my room. I paused in front of my living room when I heard the cackling of pancakes in the kitchen.

I hesitantly walked into the kitchen, and there standing before me was Maude Daniels wearing one of my large shirts making pancakes.

The stings of pain moved from my stomach to my heart.

"Are you just going to stand there and stare or would you like to say good morning?" She said not looking away from what she was doing.

"ahh shit. . . " I managed to get out. I ran my fingers through me hair and slid onto the counter top. She had me, I'm sold.

"I guess thats one way of. . "

"God Maude look what your doing to me!" I yelled, then started laughing and she looked at me with her snarky eyes before turning back to cooking.

"You know, now that I've woken up to you making pancakes in my apartment once" I leaped off the counter and leaned on the fridge next to the stove, "I don't think I can ever let you leave."

Her eyes went soft and she turned off the pancakes and looked at me, "I guess im going to have to come over a lot more often then." She said brushing past me to put the pancakes on a plate.

The sting in my chest wouldn't leave, I no longer wondered if she felt it to because I knew she did.

"I guess your going to have to. . . " I began but watching her move about my kitchen in a way that she was meant to be there killed me. "How do you feel about Virginia Woolf?" I said tripping over my words. I wanted to talk about an author and stop being so mushy.

She laughed walking over to the table with a plate of pancakes. "Ezra, I should just make this clear, we aren't going to be the type of couple that discusses poets at breakfast."

"Your right, I've never really had one of these breakfast conversations." I said.

The last two girlfriends I had rarely made breakfast or if they did, they sat on their phones the whole time.

"Your over thinking it." She said reaching for the syrup in the fridge.

"Breakfast conversations are gossip for mothers and lively for lovers." She said, I'd  never heard this before.

"So tell me about life."

hours ticked and pancakes left. Hands were held and laughed were shared.

I wanted to ask her to move in with me that moment, but it wasn't until the door shut behind her when she went to her fathers, I realized how empty this apartment truly was.

I wanted to call her and have her voice ring throughout the house, for company.

Instead I sat and wrote the story on how I was desperately falling in love with her.