"Not again, Meg."
Meg looks at her reflection on the bathroom mirror and sighs. Her eyes look puffy again, an obvious sign that she cried the whole night.
Which she did.
But of course, not everyone needs to know that.
Sighing again, she opens the faucet and douses her face with cold water. Turning the faucet off, she grabs a towel from the rack beside the sink. She pats her face, looks back at the mirror, sighs and shakes her head. Deciding to take a bath and fix her face as soon as possible, Meg enters the shower and goes about her usual morning routine, and then takes her time with her make-up afterwards (and careful not to put on too much as she has to stay at the kitchens a lot today). After she's all done, she checks on Alex and finds him still fast asleep under his red covers. Meg couldn't help but feel her heart hitch a little at the sight; Alex's contented and peaceful face, sleeping soundly, as if nothing would hurt him and everything is right in the world. Breathing heavily, Meg closes the door, deciding to wake him up later when breakfast is already prepared to buy him more time of peaceful sleep.
She reaches the kitchen and starts preparing their breakfast, going through the cupboards and drawers. While putting the bowls and plates on their dining table, Meg sees the TV remote and decides to watch some of the cooking shows that she usually watches during her down time, it is also a good way for her to catch up on the latest trends in cooking. She switches channels for a bit and finds her favorite show and happily settles on it. The show is already underway and they're about to start cooking.
"Good, it's just beginning." Meg mutters as she turns away from the television, opens the fridge and takes out a box of milk.
"What we are making today is an appetizer that's easy to make and only calls for a few ingredients that are probably in your pantry. It's called Bruschetta."
Meg swiftly turns towards the television, the milk almost spills on the table. She gives the television a look of disbelief, grips the milk with both hands and carefully places it at the center of the table.
"It's Broo-Sket-Tuh."
"Why don't they just name food simply, we're just going to eat it anyway!"
Meg bites her lower lip; a tear slowly slides down her cheek.
She could clearly see his annoyed face from the other table, frustration and embarrassment crossing his features as he read through the menu right in front of him.
Even then, Meg thought he was amusing and too charming for his own good.
She laughed then, as he did too.
Meg sighs as she stares at the television screen, looking but not actually seeing anything but the memories that were flashing in her mind.
The past days, she's been trying her hardest to bury and block them.
Today she let them flood her.
All her memories.
Her joys.
Her pain.
Her Eric.
* * *
2005, April
Yonsei University
The flowers had already started blooming, Meg thought happily as she went out of the cafeteria and into the cold afternoon air, surrounded by several people doing the same thing. Cherry blossoms bloomed around the campus, while several other kinds of flowers danced happily in tune with the breeze. It was already her second week at Yonsei University and she's already gotten tired of the cafeteria food, or the lounge food as everyone would like to call it--she's not that used to all the jargons in her new school just yet.
