Olivia
I frowned at my art on the plate. The word ‘sorry’ in ketchup was almost unreadable. I felt bad. The egg as the letter ‘o’ was so cliché, but I hoped this would work. I had made him breakfast because I wanted to be there when he woke up. I woke up early and I had breakfast together with his parents and sister. Thankfully, they let me bring him breakfast upstairs, so I did something cliché. Yes, I almost cringed at myself for
On the tray were some fried rice, sausages, eggs, corned beef, and orange juice in a glass pitcher. I had also prepared some chicken soup for his hungover. I needed to make it up to him. I smiled at the thought of us finally making up. We did not even fight. But, we still needed to make up.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost jumped when I heard som
