Just because you hate me

y

ent any mishaps for the evening. Despite my promise to be on my best behavior-whatever 'best' was for m

unger in a way I liked. And I never grew out my beard, not since-well, not since her death. I wondered why that was,

. . .and don't they say time heals all wounds? That'd definitely reversified on me (is

ith a feeling too familiar. I could point out what I felt in these moments even when there w

rel

my dead fiancée'

unsouring my mood. The thought of cinnamon rolls made me cheer up just a tad bit as I made my way towards the kitchen towards the immediate right of t

ng my arms around mom from behind as she dashed loads of cinnamon o

onal," she said without stopping her work. Why she loved to work on the breakfast bar was out of

a stool perpendicular to her. "You're alway

meet mine, the browns of them scanning my face. I found a mixture of relief and paranoia on those ol

ent because

g up my throat with razor sharp claws. Was she remembering what I was remembering? I wondered as I held onto her

you're gonna join their

ountertop and hoisted myself up in a quick motion, the barstool screeching as

le inside my veins. Why had I agreed onto this

ndering if today would be

e, but now I felt my ears bleed. I kept lounging on the sofa, rocking my knee as my arms remained braced on my thighs, my sight fixed on the

s taken aback a little, not gonna lie. How

G

e horn sounded again, this time a bit lou

part of the

ow get up before I go f

eing his prey, my jaw ticking in perfect harmony with the grandfather clock in the drawin

day on this very day, leaving me to open the big wooden gates for our guests. After pressing the button, I shrunk away as the doors slowly opene

the passenger

a. It's time to fac