I couldn't sleep that night no matter how hard I forced it, my mind kept replaying his face like a cruel movie trailer I didn’t buy tickets for. Every emotion, especially his beautiful smile when he's happy... his voice...
By morning, my pillow looked like it had been through a rainstorm. cried all night!!
I heard Sofia in the kitchen banging pots, as if she were fighting a metal monster.
“Are you cooking or declaring war?” I scoffed. dragging myself out.
“Both,” she answered proudly. “Come and witness the survival breakfast.”
I walked into the kitchen like a ghost. She turned and saw my face, whistled. “Wow. Premium heartbreak edition.”
“Stop talking,” I muttered, dropping into the chair.
She shifted a plate toward me. Toast bead!! that's looked like a bribe.
I narrowed my eyes. “
