Look at it. Isn't it beautiful? The way she winks at me and says goodbye. Promising me that she'll come back tomorrow.
Of course she will. I've come to depend that. But some people are meant to leave. She's not a person though. She's the sun.
I've always had the sun. I always will have the sun. Because she will always be here.
I wish I was the sun. I'd give people that warm fuzzy feeling when they step into my light. I'd be loved. I'd be depended on. And everyone would miss me and long for me to come back. No one would leave.
Like dad. Like mom.
But then again, I have Vincent. Maybe not Eric, but Vincent.
Speaking of Vincent, he barges into the room and smiles at me, "You're a genius, do you know that?"
I chuckle, "What makes you say that?"
"You solved our little problem that Eric won't ever find out about and I'm going to reward you." he steps forward and grabs my hands, pulling me off the bed.
"What? Vince, I am very fine in this room." I tell or rather beg him to leave me in the room. He doesn't listen.
"Oh, come on. You have to get out some time or the other." he pulls me harder which is easy since I'm like a stick.
"Why are you doing this anyway?" I groan.
"It's called cheering a friend up when she's down. Fuck Eric. Live a little. He will come back and everything will be alright." he tells me and he's right.
"We're friends now?" I ask jokingly trying to lighten the mood.
"Haha. Let's go." he rushes me.
"Fine, just let me put on something else." I sigh. He let's me go.
I go to Eric's closet and throw on a black hoodie and one of his sweatpants.
Its cold.
"You do know that it is summer right?" Vince kindly and non-sarcastically reminds me. Yes, non-sarcastically is a word because I just made it up.
"Oh shut up will you. It's storming outside." that is not true. It's only a little drizzle and the sun literally just set.
"Really?" he drags the -ly part and looks out the window, "Then I think I need to put something warm on too."
I roll my eyes at his mocking behaviour, "Funny." I remark sarcastically, "Are we going out or what?"
"Come on." he laughs at me and drags me out of the room.
I make sure to shut the door tight.
We walk down the corridor, descend the staircase, walk down another hundred corridors then descend another staircase. Then we walk into a section of the house I haven't been in before.
The kitchen.
"Welcome to my humble abode." Vince introduced me.
I frown at him with a smile, "The kitchen?"
"Take a seat darling, because we are going to party in this kitchen tonight." he sounds so excited that I laugh and decide to take a seat.
The kitchen is beautiful. Everything is white. It's empty too.
"Aren't there supposed to be maids or something?" I ask.
"Yeah. This is kind of Eric's personal kitchen. He has another one in another section of the house. There's about three maids working in this kitchen, Patricia being one of them. But it's the second day in the year that they have off. That's why the place is so deserted."
I nod my head in understanding.
The walls are beautifully tiled in white marble. The kitchen has an oven and a refrigerator on one side of the room. The cabinets are white. The draws are white. The floor is white. There is an island in the centre of the kitchen which is now empty because Vince is stacking half the table with a whole lot of food.
I sit on one of the high spinning chairs, watching him.
"Vince, what the hell are you doing?" I ask.
"We are going to cook and bake." he puts emphasis on we.
"Of course we are." I roll my eyes. "Do you even know how to bake or even cook?"
He looks around clueless.
"Of course you don't." I mutter.
"But you do and you'll be my guide." he smiles at me.
"I don't think this is a good idea." I shake my head.
"But I do." he smiles slyly at me.
***
About three hours later, it's 9:30 pm and the food is ready. We made Mac and cheese. I can't say we because Vince did everything, only I told him what is what.
We would've been done earlier if Vince knew what pepper and salt was.
For desert we made a mint fridge tart, jelly and custard and a chocolate mousse cake.
I don't know what we're going to do with all that dessert and food.
Now for the eating part.
Vince dishes me a plate and himself too of the mac and cheese.
"This actually looks delicious." he says.
I stare at it. "Yeah, I think we're going to need a doctor." I say jokingly.
He shoves me playfully, "Funny." I move the hoodie that I took off earlier on aside and sit on the chair.
"Ready?" I ask and take a fork, taking a piece of the food.
"Ready." Vince nods. We put it in our mouths. And chew.
My mouth opens slightly as it waters.
"Aaah!" my eyes water and I run straight to the dustbin and spit it out.
I whimper in disgust then laugh, "What the fuck did you put in there?"
He spits it out himself and laughs, "I don't fucking know."
We stare at each other for a while. Then we laugh. We stumble around all the while my mouth is salty.
I think I know what happened...
"That's not the salt you dumb ass." I shout at him when I see him pouring the jar of sugar over the white sauce.
He stops and stares at me, "Well then why didn't you say so?"
"I didn't think I had to because the jar says sugar." I show him the salt, "This is the salt. And you only put a pinch in."
"Shit." he mutters.
"Yeah shit. Now we have to start all over again." I sigh.
"No no no. Don't worry. All we have to do is put enough salt in to make the sugar disappear. It's called balancing, darling. " he says and throws the whole 200g of salt in the pot. And way before I can protest.
"That was really smart of you Vince. Really really smart." I tell him sarcastically as I rinse my mouth.
"Of course it was. Vincent is a genius after all." a voice comes from the kitchen door.
We both turn to the door with our mouths agape.
"I- you - Eric-" my mouth runs dry at the sight of him. He wears an expensive looking grey suit, he grew a slight stubble too and he looks very tense and stressed.
He takes one look at me, shakes his head then leaves.
"Eric wait!" I grab him by his upper arm. He looks at my hand that's on his expensive suit. I retract it away fast.
"Just hear me out please." I start off. Then I say what I want to say. Or at least I try to. But my mouth runs dry. My tongue disappears and my brain goes blank. "...." nothing comes out.
He walks away.
I breath when he's gone. I turn around to Vincent. I try to speak but there's a lump in my throat.
"I- I tried." tears form in my eyes and I fall to the ground. But Vince catches me.
He always did. I cry on his shoulders.
Why couldn't I speak? I'm so stupid.
And how did this night go from fun to horrible?
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