Partnered Up☕︎

#41 Building 'up' the courage, can feel quite amazing after.

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#41 Building 'up' the courage, can feel quite amazing after.
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 Fay 

Words are powerful little things. That it be simple ones from hello to goodbye, to marry me or I'm leaving you. Words have the ability to move human emotions in ways we can't comprehend.

Especially if the person saying those words is deeply important to you.

If a stranger were to tell me I'm ugly, or that I act like a robot, for my lack of emotion, it honestly wouldn't bother me. But if someone important to me were to say that. It would hurt.

What's sad is I'm now starting to take realization of this. Just because of one simple human being who's began to work his way into my emotions, day by day. It's like I'm gently surfing on the Atlantic icy blue waves, and then bam! He's this giant tidal wave, dragging me into this unknown world of feelings and happiness.

I'm just hoping that today, I know how to use my words.

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"Ouch ouch! Dammit!" A girlish scream bursts through my dream-like state.

Taking in a breath of the cool, ending of November, morning air, I turn over in my cold, white, silky sheets and peek open my eyes. The sun is dim and it seems to still be raining, due to the grayish clouds outside my window. As I take in another deep breath for a yawn, I'm greeted with the smell of something burning.

Something burning. Something burning? Something's burning?!

Quickly, without even thinking properly, I run out of my bed and hurry to the kitchen. The scene before me is quite intriguing, but also scary. Poor Eli is stomping with all his might on top of a little dish cloth that's on fire.

"W-what did you do?!" I exclaim, grabbing a nearby cup and running to the kitchen sink.

Eli exclaims, while stomping on the dish rag some more: "I don't know! All I wanted was an omelet!"

Hastily, I dump the little cup of water on the rag and Eli's foot. We both watch it attentively as the flames die down, but only for a short few seconds before growing even larger.

"Ahhhh!" Eli yells, smacking his foot on our kitchen tiles in a panic, as his right sock is now also on fire.

"Eli stop waving your foot around! Studies show that if fire is greeted with a great amount of oxygen, then the flames with increa-."

"Does it look like I care?! My freaking foot is on fire?!" He yells, again, waving his foot in the air panicking.

"Stop it you idiot! I'm trying to help you!" I exclaim, as I fill another cup of water and dump it on his foot. But again, it does nothing.

Without even a care in the word. Eli throws his foot over into the sink tub, and turns on the tap, allowing the cold water to completely drench his poor, now burnt, sock.

"Thank the heavens for water!" He exclaims, while he awkwardly balances himself on one foot, as you know, the other is in the sink.

I Shake my head. "Jeez, the one time you try and cook for yourself."

Since Eli burnt his omelet, I ended up make us some more. And, of course, it tastes better since I made it this time. Let's be for real here. I watch the seat across me as he quickly stuffs his face. His eyes wide and not a word leaving his lips. It's quite funny actually. I allow a smile to form on my lips as I pick at my plate, not really feeling up for food. At least not at the thought of what's happening after this pleasant meal.