Jonathan Hunt is a lonely person with his own sad story; And so is Ashleigh Bradbury. John, however, finds his ways to balance the pain and mirth in his life. Ash, on the other hand, has started to live with the pain. While John is learning to adjus...
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"Chronic Illness (n.) you don't get it until you get it."
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John's P.O.V.
She came out of her room. Her hair was still a mess, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"What?" She gave me a death stare. She moved towards the kitchen as she untied her hair. I had no idea that they were tied. But she took a hair-tie out of her hair and that was when I knew, because the hair-tie was so low, that her hair looked as if they were set free.
She tied them again, yawning hugely. She took a mug and made some nice coffee. She was about to drink it.
What? Seriously?
I snatched her mug, making sure it didn't spill. How does that even matter? I am not wearing a shirt this time.
"What the hell John?" Ash said, still sleepy.
"Brush your teeth first!" I cried.
"I am habitual to having coffee like that every morning."
"Then change it." I said.
"No." She stated.
"You are an 'eww'." I said, showing disgust.
"I don't care. Give it back. Why do people always snatch my stuff from me?" She pouted.
"I don't know. The only thing I know is that you won't drink coffee without brushing those thirty-two white thingies in your mouth!"
She threw her hands in the air and proceeded to brush.
Not even a little bit botheredabout hygiene!
After a few minutes, she came out, glaring at me. I shrugged at her as she took the mug from my hands. Oops. I had already finished the coffee. After all, it is the love of my life!
She was so sleepy, that she didn't even bother to look in the mug. She sat on a chair and took a sip from the empty mug. And when nothing entered her mouth, she stared deeply in. Just one drop of coffee. That was all I had kept for her. Her eyes widened. She looked right at me.
"You demon!!!" She shouted, sounding not at all sleepy. She stormed towards me and caught hold of my throat. "You're deaddd!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.
"You need any eye check up." I said.
Suddenly looking all confused, she said, "What?"
"I am not dead, do I look like I am?" I laughed.
She rolled her eyes as usual, and folded her arms to her chest. "Make me a coffee."
