still alive but barely breathing. [ p. aelin

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ᴢᴏᴍʙɪᴇ ?!? wrote:

When she walked off, I looked at the ground. I didn't want to leave without her... It was settled. I went int the fridge and grasped out the sandwiches she had made, smiling brightly and sitting on the floor carefully. I began eating the sandwich I had grabbed out, wincing every time I chewed, though the winces soon grew further and further apart and eventually, I stopping all together. With a soft sigh, I smiled and bit on my lip, listening to her wal back down the stair.

aelin galathynius wrote:

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I dug out a tshirt and shorts, putting that on. It was sunny and nice out as opposed to the rainy day yesterday. I looked at my pile of clothes, still in the duffle bag. I didn't want to admit it to Cinder but I kind of hated the feeling that this whole place was temporary. We probably wouldn't be here for very long. Or maybe he might not. He might leave. I just wanted to go and settle somewhere, for a long long time, and be happy. Everything was so chaotic and unpredictable, so far from my normal life. In a way I liked having things be different, but at the same time I missed stability. I shuffled downstairs and looked around, but Cinder was still there in the kitchen. "Oh. I thought you might have left," I was happy he hadnt, I just didn't say that.

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I narrowed my eyes in confusion at his goofy grin, looking at me like I was silly for wondering why he hadnt left yet. But he didnt say it like that. He said it like it was a normal thing. "Well, I didn't exactly expect you to listen to me," I crossed my arms and hovered in the doorway, leaning against the frame. "You said you had to go," I looked at the floor for a moment before blowing strands of hair out of my face. "But okay. If you're really going to go, I would suggest at night. You'll have darkness as cover, and you might be a little more healed by then," I pointed to his head. I moved over to the coffee that I forgot I had made and poured some for myself. It was warm, not steaming hot but I drank it anyways.

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I looked at him in confusion. "You're not? Why? I want to go back too. I want to know how your mom knows me," I admitted, remembering how she said she recognized me. Was that even possible? I didn't remember her at all. Then again my life was filled with plenty tragedies, I read once that sometimes traumas can mess with your head. i'd had a million of those..I glanced down at my coffee cup when he asked what it was. "Coffee. It's a bitter kind of drink. Wakes you up. Probably one of my favorite human creations," I said. "It tastes better with cream and sugar but I like it bitter," I held the cup out to him. "You can try it if you want. I don't think you'll like it though. It's an acquired taste," I explained .

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At first my eyes widened a little in worry once he took the first sip, since his reaction was pretty bad. I was furthermore surprised when he took a second sip, and then I burst into laughter. "That was not like my reaction at all," I said, "I merely gasped, hiccuped a bit, and coughed a lot," I said, still laughing, though it died down and I took the cup back, taking a sip. "You are okay, right?" I asked, hoping I didn't accidentally just poison my friend here. "Tickles? Very interesting," I said and hopped up so I was sitting on my counter, looking down at him trying to regain himself.

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I kept laughing, little chuckles, and I reached over and booped his nose. "I told you you wouldn't like it," I said with a smile and finished off my drink, setting it aside next to the sink while I kicked my feet back and forth, careful not to hit the counter with my foot. That would hurt a lot and I didn't plan on injuring myself. Speaking of injuries, I reached back to touch the cut on my back. Mostly healed by now, just an annoying itchy scab at this point. My anxiety spiked a bit when he asked if he could ask me a question. "Yeah go ahead. You don't have to ask to ask me a question. Just ask," I shrugged, "Saves me a bit of anxiety wondering what you could possibly want to know," I smiled to let him know I wasn't being rude.

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At him raking a deep breathe just to ask me a question - I actually got a little worried at what he could possibly be asking. The question wasn't as bad as I thought it was but, I didnt know how to answer. "Not..not ever in the past no. I might have liked a person romantically, but never loved," I shook my head. "I'm not even sure what the word really means. I honestly didn't think I'd ever find anyone," until now the words were right there but I didn't say them, nope nope. I told myself not to go down that road with him. "Maybe I'm learning," I mumbled that part very quietly to myself before looking at him and ducking in a long breath. "No. I haven't. But I want to," I shrugged and looked down at my feet kicking back and forth, hands on my knees has I did so, side glancing at him every once in a while.

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In that instant I felt a little bad for Cinder. He didn't understand the world of romance or any kind of relationships. If angered me that the humans had kept him locked up so he couldn't understand, but at the same time, his family didn't seem to explain it either. Cinder had told me his family had put pressure on him to find someone, yet Cinder really knew nothing. I studied him, feeling bad he didn't get it. "I guess it's thrilling, in a way," I shrugged. "There's this person you're attracted to and have feelings for. It's better when they feel the same way about you, because it's just plain agony when they see how much you care," my gaze flickered to him for a moment, almost hinting, but I knew he'd never understand. "I don't really know how to explain it. You want to be with the person a lot, spend time with them, get to know them as much as you can," I ran a hand through my hair, which was a little knotted since I didn't a poor job of brushing it today. "I think the borderline between love and like is that when you love someone, you understand every part of them. You know them better than you know yourself, and you accept their faults, their mistakes. You love them for who they are," I was having sort of an epiphany, saying these words out loud. He hadnt asked for the difference between like and love, but I had figured it out anyways.

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It was quiet for a while, Cinder processing everything I said while I thought about it too. Conversations like this weren't helping me, and I rubbed my forehead in frustration. I dropped my hand, glancing his way as he finally spoke up. I tilted my head, listening as he repeated what I said, but so it was how he felt about me. "Well I mean, I can't really tell you how to feel, Cinder," I said, slipping off the counter to sit next to him laying on the floor. I still didn't get why he preferred the floor so much. So uncomfortable. "Maybe you do like me. But theres...not just the liking being around me. Wanting to get to know me, there's also...also a feeling," I touched my chest and my stomach. "Humans describe it as butterflies. A fluttery feeling when you're around that person," I crossed my legs, settling my hands in his lap, and I nodded at the last thing he said, how he felt like he had to be around me all the time. I laughed at the last part. "I want you to be around me all the time, even if you freak me out. So I guess that makes sense. Maybe I like you too," I said out loud finally, eyes having slight mischief in them as I looked down at him on the floor.

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I cringed just the slightest. He had been wondering what a girlfriend was last night. I didn't want to think about last night. So I brushed off the feeling and played with a string that had come undone on my pants, pulling it off until it snapped away. Then I twirled the string around my fingers boredly. "A girlfriend is...okay well let me put it this way," I decided to explain it differently. "When two people realize they like each other, and then want to be with each other romantically, they become a couple. So the boy will call the girl his girlfriend, and the girl will call the boy her boyfriend," I unwound the string from my fingers only to do it again. And this was all absentmindedly too, I wasn't thinking while doing it. "So it's only if they are together romantically. Otherwise you're just friends," I added so it was even more clearer. "Does that make sense?" I asked him. "It's like a wife or a husband, but before you are married,"

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I wasn't sure if he understood, but I took the silence and lack of more questions as maybe he did get it. I chuckled at what he said though, finding it too funny. "Because love and relationships and all that stuff is complicated," I said, "I wish it were as easy as making a sandwich," I said and leaned back against the counters too hard, hitting my head. I forgot the cabinets were there. "Ow," I groaned and sunk down till I was laying on the floor too, holding my hand and laughing at my stupidity. "Anymore questions regarding how relationships work?" I asked, rubbing the back of my head. No bump was forming so I probably just stunned myself a little bit.