For the Next-Gen Drabble Tag!
Lorcan & Molly ii. French toast.
She munched on the French toast he had made her and she suddenly realized she was in love with Lorcan. He had always been there for her and his eyes always glittered, what wasn't there to love?
She rose from the chair without hesitating. He looked up from beneath his fringe, surprised, and she smiled.
Their lips met, her fingers dug into his arms, he was pressed up against the counter; she wanted to be closer.
But then he pushed her away and she stumbled into the table.
"Fuck you, Molly," he spat. "You don't love me."
He was right.