It’s been a week ever since I left my house.
Does it benefit me? Did it help me to forget about him? Did I learn how to choose without having second thoughts?
Actually, it did really help me to learn about myself at first. However, it left a hole in my heart. It’s like something is missing here, but I can’t distinguish what it is.
“Hey, dear.”
I was mixing flour and egg to make a pancake when a hand wrapped its way around my waist. I flinched a little, looking from my shoulder to see Blaze was hugging me from behind. His chin was placed above my shoulder while his eyes were gleaming with joy.
“What are you making?”
I smiled, “Pancake,” I answered.
“Do you want me to help you with something?”
Ever since I have moved out to another city that’s also secluded, Blaze and I have
