Disclaimer: see chapter one
AN: this is the parody. its has got a happy ending. ya.sighs. no title sadly.
He left me, but I don't mind.
He left me for my friend's cooking.
If he doesn't love my cooking, no one will.
It's okay though.
If he loves pancakes more than blueberry waffles,
and she's happy, nothing matters...
But there's nothing to stay for.
I can't do anything that would change
my life inside this kitchen.
So what can I do?
I don't know.
Is there anything to live for besides being used
to make dinners and lunches?
Anything for me to stay in this house for?
Is there another person that might love me
besides the breakfast chef across the street?
Would I love him back?
I don't think so.
He's kind of creepy, anyway.
So when I take this sharp object
and lift it up to examine it in the light,
I have these second thoughts.
These thoughts that,
if I do finish what I'm going to do, will I have regrets?
Will people... mourn for a lonely girl?
Would they drop tears for my sake?
My cooking?
Would they actually care for what I've baked?
Would it matter? I don't know.
I'm practically in the dark about this.
You can never trust people and their taste buds.
Only they know what they taste and what they like.
But I feel pain, and that's all.
Numb, cold, hard pain.
There's nothing else but the day old yogurt and me...
And then he embraces me.
He hugs me, and I turn around.
He removes the knife and butter
from my hands and looks into my eyes
with his piercing grey ones.
Then, I hear the words that he speaks..
"I think I'm in love."
I don't know what to say. Maybe I'll just..
"Well, then... go love those pancakes.
Don't waste time on my baking.
Just go."How could I be so cold? How!
I used to love him. I still love him.
Those words shock him,
but he still answers."I like waffles better."
What! What could he be.. saying?
My head is light from the loss of time
after mourning his leave.
He was gone for so long,
and I have lots of orders to prepare!
It's too late, and I think I'm going to pass out.
How many people asked for my waffles?
Who's here?
Did I close the restaurant?
"I love your waffles... They're my favorite." he murmurs.
My breathing slows as I calm down,
and I smile as I shove a pie in his face
for making me worry so much
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