𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘤𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘺

64 - [JM] Marvy

M A R V Y
adjective [mahr-vee]

Marvelous; delightful.

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Your eyes fluttered open to the light shining through the translucent white curtains. You squinted then rubbed your eyes and-

CLANG!

You sat up straight suddenly as a loud metallic sound crept under the crack of the closed bedroom door, and into the room. You furrowed your eyebrows then got out of bed, expecting a pair of slippers to be at the foot of the bed. But you were disappointed by the sight of an empty spot.

And then your remembered that this wasn't your house... making you frown even more at the events that had taken place a couple of days ago.

You got divorced from your husband, whom you were married to for five years. You loved him dearly but things didn't seem to work out in the end. The fact that you have more differences that similarities with him had registered in both of your minds this past year, and a divorce was the action taken on it.

You're staying at your best friend James house for now, and he's helping you as much as he can to get through with the emotions. You've been friends with him since you were ten. He was your three-houses-down neighbour and he went to the same school as you, a year higher. What got you introduced to him was the fact that yours and his parents knew each other from years back and they got reunited by chance when you shifted into town.

You became really close friends and over the years, you grew distant, which hurt both of you deep inside. But he was the first person you told, even before your parents, of the inevitable divorce, and it brought both of you back to being close.

You walked down the rather dark corridor, wondering what time it was. The lack of adequate windows in his house always put you off a bit. You enjoyed spaciousness and natural light, wherever possible. James was such a night owl.

You crossed your arms and entered into the living room, where across the open kitchen view you could see James in process of flipping a pancake. You watched the pancake disk lift into the air and fall back onto his pan, almost missing and falling off. You smiled softly.

You cleared your throat and he turned around quickly, a smile appearing on his face. "Hey [y/n]! Good morning," He greeted and you smiled through your drowsiness, "How was your sleep?"

"It was alright," You answered flatly, but secretly it was the best sleep you've had in weeks. James nodded his head then went back to flipping pancakes.

"I'm making a good ol' classic breakfast, eggs, bacon, pancakes and toast," He informed, "I got orange juice too!"

You watched him in awe, fascinated as to how he is so fresh in the morning-

You looked at the clock hanging on the wall by the main door of the apartment, reading that the time was 9:43 AM.

You turned your attention back to James, who was now placing everything on plates. You started to get up but he gestured for you to sit back down.

He brought each plate to the dining table, that was already set up with table mats and cutlery for two.

You looked over to the coffee table, that had a thick booklet filled with stuck on pieces of materials, drawings, crafts and more. You flipped through it with fascination.

"What's this James?" You asked and he chuckled.

"Oh whoops, I forgot to put that back," He responded, "It's a sort of scrap-book portfolio for art and design. I thought of compiling different types of cloth, patterns, shapes and materials into this pretty little table book... I don't know, it's a side past time."

"That's really creative James," You commented with your eyebrows raised, "I had no idea you were into art. It's marvelous work."

You walked over to the dining table and took a seat. He sat opposite you and smiled.

"I hope everything tastes alright," He commented anxiously. You smiled softly and looked at all the food set out in front of you.

"You didn't have to do all this James. This is just... over the top, it's such a hassle," You expressed and he shook his head.

"Not at all [y/n], I'm happy to do any of this for my friends, and especially the close ones like you," He said and your looked to your plate with a smile, "Plus, I enjoy it so... win-win!"

He passed you the plate of pancake and you picked up one, with your fork. You started to eat your breakfast, staying silent, and focusing on your meal but also not finding the motivation to socialise.

The silence ensued at the table and it made James feel uncomfortable.

"[y/n] are you alright?" He asked with an eyebrow raised and you smiled exaggeratedly.

"Did you put cinnamon in these pancakes? It takes great with it-"

"[y/n] don't attempt to change subjects, you're horrible at it," James flatly stated and you frowned at him, "Tell me what's up?"

"N-Nothing's up James, seriously-"

"Bullshit," He mumbled and you stared at him with disgust. You got up from the table suddenly and started marching towards the guest room where you were staying, "Come on, don't be like that-"

He grabbed your arm and tugged you towards him but you snatched it away from his tight grip and stormed up to him. "What do you want James? You know that I'm having a hard time these days and you still persist to ask me," You said.

"I just want you to know that you can talk to me. I'm here for you-"

"I know James, I know!" You stepped closer to him, "I just got divorced form a man whom I loved and thought I would spend my whole life with. It turns out that my whole life was a lie and I'm stuck being alone for possibly the foreseeable future."

You weren't angry at James... you said those words with disappointment at how your life turned out and disconnection to any person or situation currently. You wanted to be alone as well as have someone's company at the same time.

James looked ashamed at his attitude, "I'm sorry [y/n], I-"

You hugged him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your chin on top of his shoulder. "You don't need to be sorry James. I just need... some time to get back on my feet," You whispered, "It's a little hard for me to talk about the divorce, I never saw it coming until a few months ago. I hope you understand."

He pulled away form the embrace and smiled at you softly, "Of course I do."

You smiled and nodded your head then stepped away from him. You went back over to the table and took your seat, resuming the consumption of your breakfast as James poured you a cup of coffee.