"Of course it is. It's mine."
That was the only thing he said to me before leaving the house.
He was out for a long time, and though I tried to distract myself with chores and television, I found myself yearning for his presence, for his touch...
I shook my head. I had to suck it up. With that thought, I stood and went to the kitchen, before looking through the refrigerator for ingredients. If I was going to be bored, I might as well do something with my boredom.
I chopped onions while humming a happy tune, and slid them into a pot of boiling water. I danced around the kitchen, singing and cooking at the same time, and was having a good time when I heard the door slam.
Minutes later, Aiden was leaning on the doorpost, looking at me expressionlessly.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm making
