Wrong Option

Chapter 1- Blessed

"Heh, heh, hehehehe"

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"Hey, open your eyes. I need to know you're ok."

A slither of light shone through, just bright enough to intrigue the senses. The calming smell of morning dew on the dancing blades of grass induced the senses. A gentle breeze brushed against the hairs on the neck- oh wait, that was his breath.

"I made your favourite, rice balls and miso soup!"

Aww, bless, making food and waiting? How kind.

The table was so far away though. Was it really necessary to walk that far? The smell of food wasn't enough. She needed more.

"Come on, it's going cold."

Leaving her bed- no chance. She didn't have to do anything and he was just being impatient because he was lonely. Not a word would leave her mouth. She was being as stubborn as she wanted.

"Don't you want to eat?"

Short answer- no. When you have the chance to laze around and sleep? No.

"I made it just for you."

The curtains drew open with a soft scrape as the metal rings glided across the smooth pole which was supporting them. The light beaming In was too bright. She wasn't opening her eyes now. Too bad.

"I made it with such love and care."

Guilt would never sink in to her. She had learnt from her mistakes. She would never trust anyone again.

"Come on, you love miso soup."

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"I know you too well."

sNaP

"I've made you some coffee as well."

sNaP

"After, we can go out somewhere if you want."

Had she really learnt from her mistakes though?

"Anywhere you like"

They were right. She was clingy.

"Come on, I'll meet you in at the table."