After I stepped out, I dried myself and slipped on a flowy white top with a flowery vest, and skinny jeans to go with. I blow-dried my hair and walked out of my bathroom.
Not getting the marriage out of my head, I stumped down the stairs, going into the kitchen.
“Oh!” Mum cried.
“There is my baby.” She ran over to me and hugged me. so tight, it felt as if I was gone for days and she finally found me.
Mum let go after a while and gestured me to go eat breakfast.
She set a plate of chocolate pancakes, which I gladly ate in just a few bites.
Woah,I haven’t had her food in like forever!
This feels great, to be back in the food-eating-wonderland a.k.a. the kitchen.
I chugged down my milk and then ran my fingers through my wet hair.
What a great breakfast!
I smiled, putting the mug and plate in the dishwasher, intending to go back upstairs.
Just as I had reached the first step on the staircase, my ears started ringing.
What the actual fvck?
I tapped my ears continuously, to stop the ringing, but failed because the rings would come one after another.
It wasn’t until mum yelled, “go get the door!”, that I realized someone was ringing the doorbell.
I face-palmed myself for my stupidity, of course it was the door!
I jumped of the first step of the stairs, and walked over to the front door.
The person rang the doorbell again right before I swung it open.
And there… stood an anonymous guy with a bouquet of roses in front of his face, greeting me.
Like I don’t know who this guy is.
Stupid memories floating back to my mind!
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
I hadn’t realized I said my last thought out loud until a deep, husky voice spoke up,
And right then and there, was when he flashed that perfect smile of his.
The one I fell for damn hard Years ago.
That same stupid, perfect smile that made my knees go weak every time, even now.
That same stupid, perfect smile.