LOL Tournie & Night Market
And even now
In the morning, she glances at his curled up form tangled in the covers. He's so tired, she thinks. After a successful rummaging for breakfast in the kitchen, she plants herself in the leather chair at the dining table. Just last night, the two of them enjoyed a meal together. He had prepared one of the meals she wished to try the most, and she was delighted.
Probably... she ponders, This is probably my last meal here. A sense of remorse gnaws at her core, and she pushes herself away from the table and walks back to his room.
Soft, uneven snoring. She grins, her face close to his while she kneels next to the bed.
Minutes melt into hours, and she finds herself constantly glancing at the clock. A flutter of happiness lifts her doubt when she sees him shuffling towards the kitchen.
A big yawn and an exchange of words reveals that he is perched between fatigue and sleepiness. He steps towards the hallway and vanishes into his room.
A half hour later, she glances up from a card written in his writing to dismiss the third alarm on her phone and tiptoes back into his room.
Still lost in dreamland.
Unable to take it any longer, she wades onto the sheets and watches his eyes snap open.
Oh my God. I had a dream... he mumbles, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and failing. that I was in school... and I was miserable. She laughs, placing her hand on his chest and nuzzling into his neck, jesting with him that she probably saved him from a few hours of torture. And within a few minutes, she realizes that she lost him to sleep's grasp yet again.
And she is torn. It is a happy day. It is a sad day. It is a day when she is unable to discern what storm is brewing within.
Your question. I haven't fulfilled it. Nor have I spent enough time with you this morning. Panic.
She attempts to keep the spring in her step and the laughter in her voice as he washes his face to get ready. She looks around his room to take it in, to bury it somewhere deep. And then they step out the door together. But the door closes with an emphatic click.
They stop by a quaint little shop for lunch. She enjoys a large concoction of cream and chocolate for lunch, and he savors a similar confection for breakfast. They share a few smiles between spoonfuls. But the smiles seem deflated and quiet.
It's enough, she tells herself, realizing something. Few, but meaningful. And there are others too. One that will remind me that he didn’t know much about me at the beginning. One that will inspire me at medical school this year. One that will keep me warm when it’s cold. Just the way he did.
Splash of sunshine
Flood
That hurt, she thought, concentrating on taking one step forward at a time. Telling me that I probably thought you were worth nothing...
The first time my heart felt tight and actually ached. I was a shell, and it was hard to breathe. The first time I felt like my world was going to end because I caused tears to flow. The joy I had making someone happy just by showing up. The first time I could hold a hand in public or take a hug without pushing away in embarrassment or in fear.
And you still think I didn't feel anything for you?
She walked away, only aware of the cars racing towards her when she was already several steps into the road crossing. She hurried to the nearest sidewalk.
I can never do anything right.
Wetness. The girl looked up at the gray clouds overhead as stray raindrops danced lightly on her skin. They added to the ones of her own that were threatening to spill over.
Perfect. I deserve this.
Spring Break- LA Day 5
Los Angeles, CA 90034