The kitchen, due to Cerise's mothers love for cooking, is a large open space, the walls lined with pristine white tiles, decorated with hand-painted flowers of several assortments, and the marble counters washed and shining in the bright light from the chandelier in the centre of the ceiling. When Cerise enters the room, she takes out a tall wooden stool from behind the door and places it just in front of a counter top on one side of the room, gesturing for Will to take a seat, and when he does, she sets to work on gathering the things she needs. Reaching her hand far into one of the wooden cupboards, she delicately pulls out two teacups, each painted with a single golden finch on them, and, placing them down on the counter, she turns around and takes the still-warm copper kettle into her hands, cautious not to spill it, and pours the soft pink liquid out evenly into each cup,leaving room for milk. "So, after you drink this, you'll definitely need to change your clothes, I can't have you tracking your wet shoes all over the house." Cerise turns around, smiles, and retrieves a glass bottle of milk from behind Will, and after pouring a little in each teacup, she closes it and places it back where it was before. "Yes, yes. I know, I'm sorry by the way." Will says faintly
"For what?" Cerise sounds confused as she offers one of the teacups to Will, gentle not to let her hand shake as she dies so, "it's just, I've caused you so much trouble already, and I'm sorry for it,
"There's no need to be."
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Soulless
Romansajust a classic story of a boy and a girl who were too young, and maybe for once, they don't need to be together. *republished for old times sake*
