Scarred

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Have a great time reading.

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Why was it so easy,
To fall-
Fall for the indifferent.

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.Skai.

Monday.

Monday.

Monday!

My eyes shot wide open in realisation of what was to come today. Sitting upright, I recite my usual morning prayers, getting up from my bed afterwards.

They were to arrive today.

I was going to be supposedly engaged today.

Woah..

I didn't know how to feel- happy, excited, worried, I just didn't know, but what I did know was that this was my reality and I was about to face it head front.

As I step out of the room, a wash of emotions elude the surroundings. I should make something heavy for breakfast, I'm sure they will be famished on getting here.

Proceeding downstairs, I find Tess passed out on the couch. How much did she have to drink yesterday? I tap on her foot lightly, keeping a safe distance for this very morning person.

She doesn't budge, rather turning to her other side. I sigh, knowing that she would have a headache after this. I should get some juice.

Trudging into the kitchen, I mix warm water with some lemon juice extract placing it on a stool beside her. She looks very calm in her sleep, beautiful too.

Getting up from the stool, my mind concludes on what to have for breakfast- meat sauce with pasta and an egg salad, probably for me.

Once the pasta was done, I move onto the meat sauce, simmering the sauce for a while.

"Argh.. Someone please tell me why your food smells like barf?" Tess interrupts my silence, resting her chin on my shoulder.

"That's because you're hungover. Have you drank it?"

"Yup- tastes like urine, but more sour" she pauses pointing at me "Never give me that again, got it?"

"I won't if you don't pass out drunk" I reply, continuing to stir my sauce.

"Yeah yeah. Ooh- I totally forgot, how was your meeting with the Mr?"

I heave out loudly "Okayy," I drag not looking at her.

"Mm hmm, like I'm going to believe that," she bargained, her upper body resting on the counter.

"You should?" my brows scrunch up at the naivety of my question.

"I'm going to let it slide- for now, and that's because I stink and I need to go have a long draining shower."

I don't respond, knowing Tess, she would drag on if I did. She exits the kitchen quietly, and I continue my cooking now immersed in silence.