Maisie woke up to her lover sleeping by her side. She did love Avett and their little routines, but she couldn't stop thinking that she was too young to get married, that she was wasting her youth committing to someone so early, that she might not be the one.
A single tear escaped her left eye while she caressed Ave's cheek. She had made up her mind already, but she couldn't stop her heart from aching every time she tried to get out of the bed they were sharing.
She couldn't just leave a note, could she? That was too dramatic, and she didn't want to break up with her definitely. When she reached the kitchen she decided she was going to tell her in person, right after breakfast.
Upstairs, Avett stretched her limbs after waking up, and she opened her eyes to an empty bed and a bad feeling in her gut. She did know why she felt so bad, so guilty, why she hadn't been able to sleep all night, but she wasn't ready to admit it just yet, she didn't want to tell Maisie just yet.
She heard Maisie cooking breakfast downstairs, but she didn't go find her. Instead, she rushed to the toilet with her hand stopping the vomit from leaving her mouth. That was the cause of her guilt. She was terribly sick again, and she hadn't told Maisie yet.
Once she was finished, she cleaned herself and the toilet and she went to the kitchen, where her tiny soon-to-be wife was making waffles. When their eyes met, both of their hearts ached terribly with guilt, love and fear, both of them dreading the conversation that was about to take place, which neither of them knew.
Oh, why was the world coming down on them?
