The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Sophia.

I rake my fingers through his hair once more and I nod my head in understanding, weirdly I understand his words.

“You should go speak to your brother before he leaves.”

Charlie pouts up at me, eyes wide and expression of a little whiny puppy— I have to look away from that face because no matter how hard I've tried, he always gets me with that face and basically has me eating out of his little hand.

“But— but what do you mean leaving? He just got here!”

I ignore his cute little boyish voice too because everything, as you can see, about this child when he wants to be cute, is infact that and more, undeniably cute. “Please.” I say.

He wiggles his body on my lap, trying to get my attention but still I refuse to budge yet and it takes him a long minute to understand that— he jumps off and I feel his hard glare at the side of my head, his angry now, obviously he won't understand my reasoning but that's fine for now.

Charlie then grows tired to my lack of acknowledgement to him and eventually leaves, as expected he would.

Thankfully.

I don't think I could take that focus much longer.

“Kids.” I tsek under my breath.

I glance at my bedside clock and sigh to myself. I have six more minutes before I go back out there or else my afternoon making would go to a major waste— those cakes and cupcakes would burn in the oven, definitely.

Three minutes pass and I've never hated this dead silence more than now, especially when I know whose in the next room, his presence alone makes me nervous, so nervous.

“Just get up and go.” I scold myself.

I'm acting like a stupid teenager that has a silly crush on a boy. I swear, I couldn't get anymore pathetic than this.

I peek down the hallway, trying to hear their voices but everything is silent which only causes my heart to increase its rapid speed and my palms to get sweaty.

It's now or never, I tell myself, it's for the cakes anyway.

My eyes glance down once again before I move forward, my pace fast and calculated. I act unaffected as I past by them— meanwhile on the inside, I'm literally freaking out. I don't even under myself, so many questions about my weird behavior flick into mind but I have answers— just maybe because I'm seeing someone I really cared about after two years? Yeah, definitely. I think that could be it.

The smell of chocolate baking is prominent around the apartment but it hits me full force when I enter the kitchen, reminding me of when I bake back at the cafe on days.

I really love that smell.

My mother used to say, it's the smell of warmth.

And it's true. It's the smell of warmth and love, it makes you feel all nice on the inside. I remember her saying that the smell tickled certain emotions that releases happy feelings— sometimes I could never understand her wording but weirdly though, It kind of made sense.

“Why don't you use my money?” King's voice questions from somewhere behind me and I jump, nearly dropping the cupcake tray from the shock and suddenness.

I carefully place the tray down before turning around with a steady frown on my face and a hand on the hip.

Oh his got the nerve, this man!