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CHAPTER VI

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May 25, 1970
10:00 am

— Sunday mornings.

According to the calendar, Sunday's are supposed to be the start of the week, but everyone sees it as the end the week, the last day they have to get through until the cycle starts over and repeats, the week starting again. 

Something is different about Sunday mornings, maybe even the whole day in general.

Aurora enjoys them a bit more than the average person; she always notices how the sun is just a little bit brighter, and the bees just a little happier.

Plus, it was the day she was able to work in the honeybee garden.

Aurora sighs as she pries open the heart-shaped waffle iron, a toothy grin gracing her features when she sees the golden baked waffle while luscious aroma fills the pink kitchen. She gets ahold of a nearby spatula and scrapes the sides off, the pesky crust plummeting to the white counter as she places the waffle down on the porcelain plate she grabbed beforehand.

A lot was circling the pretty woman's head as she prepared breakfast, the most haunting memory of the unforgettable olive that surrounds a midnight pupil. This haunting image has made itself comfortable on top of her head. She can't get the familiar memory of the California sun mirroring in his puzzling green irises, reminding her of an enchanted forest from one of her childhood fairy tails. Such a minor detail of such a beautiful man, but they hold such a story.

"Morning, Ror." Celeste yawns as she stumbles into the kitchen, eyes squinted from the open curtains and feet covered in an old pair of cat socks from deep inside Aurora's sock drawer. "Morning sleeping beauty." Aurora greets while pouring more waffle batter into the iron, making sure not to overspill as her friend takes a seat at the barstool.

"Look who's talking, Aurora." Celeste teases while her friend pinches her eyes at her, pointing the spatula towards her in a warning. "Watch it, or I'll burn your waffles."

Not long after her surprise walk with Harry, did Aurora arrive at her best friend's place, the sweet girl was knocking at the paint-chipped door in a hurried pattern. Celeste opened it, her eyes going wide when she sees her unexpected friend, covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Aurora told her everything, of course, starting with the awful incident with her resentful ex and ending with the daydream material about Harry. The best friend almost couldn't believe the story her friend was spilling out like maple syrup; she didn't know if it was the part about Christopher or Harry that made this whole thing seem unbelievable.

Celeste has a massive hatred for Chris, and she always had. Even when they first met at a vintage sock-hop downtown did she highly dislike him, something about his douche looks bothered her more than anything.

And the moment she founded out about him cheating, she went feral.

"I'll just take yours instead." Celeste hums and drags the floral-printed plate towards her, grabbing a fork and knife. She stabs the breakfast good and slices off a big chunk before shoving it into her mouth, a satisfied moan rumbling up her throat. Aurora jokingly rolls her eyes as she waits for the timer to go off, watching her friend swivel in the chair while staring elsewhere. "What are you thinking about?"