Young-old Stories

This story is about a girl that meets a guy. The girl is 17. Only the guy is 56. We follow her interpretation of events as she copes with him leaving. Although this story does not begin at the start of the series of events, hopefully you will grasp the entire story as many memories will be shared. Enjoy your time with me ahead. Kaila Silvetti- My pen name x

"𝐵𝑒𝑏𝑏𝑦?" His voice dragged into the kitchen, lazy but demanding. A stick of butter dangled from his hand. "𝐻𝑚𝑚𝑝ℎ?" I grunted, not even looking up. He didn't bother explaining. He just shoved the butter into my palm. "𝑀𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑖𝑡," he ordered, already walking off like a king who never had to say please. Confused,I tossed it in the pan, listening to it hiss and soften. The smell filled the air, rich and heavy, while the sound of the TV powering on echoed from the living room. By the time the butter turned liquid gold, I spun around and glared. "𝑊𝑎ℎ 𝑑𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎ℎ?" He sighed, not even glancing at me. "𝑆𝑢ℎ 𝑚ℎ𝑖 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙." I blinked, my laugh sharp and short. "𝑀𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑑??" No answer. He pressed play. Music spilled through the room, smooth and low at first-then the words wrapped around me, soft as smoke. ----