Our Forbidden Love

VI : Carpe Diem

Trigger Warning : Mention of heavy metal weapons, abuse and traumas. Please skip at your own risk.
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Present Time

Cataryna's POV

At least my mouth got to say everything I needed to. At least before we drifted off to sleep, into each other's arms, she heard me. I was sober.

I woke up with the sunlight against my face. We are both laying down on the carpet, and poor little Parker looks like she's cold. I took off my blanket and put it on her.

Both Hannah and Harriet were still fast asleep in my roommate's bed. Maybe I could cook something to fill their starving stomachs.

Gathering up all the ingredients and materials, I started cooking. I made some sunny-side up eggs, bacons, toasts and porridge. At last, I just need some pancakes.

After I tossed the first pancake, I felt those familiar arms envelope my waist.

"Dare I kiss the goddess?" She chuckled. "Good morning, my darling."

"Good morning, my damsel in distress." I turned off the stove and then turned to her.

I rest my chin against her head. She sniffs on my neck. "You still have that vanilla scent..."

She pursed her lips. "Or perhaps... that strong scent is just attached to me that it reminds me of you."

"God... I missed you so bad." She starts crying. "I could say the same thing, my dandelion."

I held her once again, as I helped her wash her face on the sink. I handed her a cup of tea for her hangover- if she has that.

She sat on the tall wooden chair, as she looked at me straight in the eyes just to pout her perfect lips.

"Rayne." Oh. That fuck.

As the doorbell rang, I motioned for her to get it as I turned off the stove. I pour her milk on her glass as she yawned. "Do I have to?"

"Oo. Sagutin mo na."
"Yes. Answer it."

She threw me a smug look before walking past the kitchen counter. "Ow!"

Terrified by her exclamation, I hurried beside her just to realize her foot had hit the corner of the wooden counter. I was in the verge of laughing and giving her a pitiful look.

"Don't you dare laugh, or else I would take back the chance I gave you," she threatened.

I gave her a teasing look and held my laughter. "I'll get it. Make yourself a cold compress if you please."

The knob was cold in my hand. I looked through the peephole, trying to figure out who's the fucker to ring a doorbell at 7 in a Sunday morning. Probably one of those Christian kids loitering around this private property. Stupid little demons. They should have put fences on that tiny chapel nearby the entrance just so these kids would know their place.

There was no one. I cannot see nor view anything, not even a blurry shadow elsewhere. It was an empty hallway. Thinking it through, I decided to open the door not as wide and checked outside. Not a trace of anyone could be seen. Stupid fucking bitch.