I glance at the man as he drinks his expresso and flips through his newspaper. Looking at him right now makes me want to brag about how lucky I feel at this moment, how handsome he can be, how mean he is despite of his appearance, and how he is my man. ...How long have I been feeling this way? But I don't really care, as long as I can be as happy, I guess.
"Takaba..."
I jump to my name being called. "...What?" It takes me awhile for my brain to process and comprehend the situation.
"If you do not want to eat that then get rid of it." He stares at my food. And I do the same.
I widen my eyes to the scene. My eggs are pretty much scattered around the table. My bacons are minced up to pieces. My bread is still fine, though, with holes in it. Since when did I stop eating and start to murder my breakfast?
"Well... I guess I'm not that hungry..." I quickly clean my spot and drink the milk, then finally bring all the dishes to the sink, washing them.
I start to get back to cloud nine again as I wash the dirty dishes but..."Hey Asami..." I hesitate to get a response but there was nothing else but the sounds of us breathing and the dishes clattering,"Are you... Off work today?"
so... After this week, I kinda figured out something... That I can't do this every day or it will drive me insane. I have so many things to do and I'm so lazy. But just so you know, even if it takes me a long time, I will finish this fanfic so bear with me. I'm so sorry that I'm a failure in life and thank you for reading.
