You meticulously sliced into the raspberry cheesecake, determination evident in your eyes; the slices had to be of equal size. You had forbidden me from speaking, humming, breathing. I wasn't allowed to make any sort of noise or movement that would distract you from the life-or-death situation you had found yourself in.
But I moved. In slow motion, I tracked as your eyes shot up, filled with blazes of fury. I just had to change my seating position, my dear. I didn't mean to knock your leg. It was a highly reasonable mistake! But that mistake cost me a slice of cheesecake. I'd always detested cheesecake anyway.
That night, as I lay in my bed, with my eyes closed shut, I felt your body sit down near me. My eyes fluttered open and nodded at you, acknowledging your presence. You pointed at something on my bedside table and a chuckle erupted from my mouth.
You'd saved a slice for me, dear.
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Mosquito Bites
General FictionWhere two friends go on daily adventures, living life and conquering every little problem in their tiny worlds. A boy and a girl. Two souls intertwined in what lasts for just a few moments. Always alone but never on their own. Welcome to their bubb...
