drina perez is lost (stilldefending) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2015-02-22 22:46:00 |
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The morning brought with it the realization that there was some sort of fog present in her mind. At first it was slow, like an itch she couldn’t quite satiate, but it began to pool away from her mind and left little things clearer than they were before. When she woke up that morning she remembered the last time she spoke to her mother, although she couldn’t remember the content of the conversation. She could also remember a man, caucasian with clear blue eyes and short brown hair. Heath. His name is Heath. Beyond that, she did not remember who he was. She was also remembering little things about Marco, like how there had only been friendship up until a few nights ago.
Drina stood in Marco’s kitchen, leaning against the counter while breakfast cooked. Nothing fancy this morning, bacon and scrambled eggs with a few red peppers thrown in for color and flavor. She could smell the bacon was starting to burn and she moved to scoop it out of the pan. She could hear Marco moving around somewhere in the apartment, probably finishing washing up. She stood only in one of his shirts and she turned to face him as he came into the room. “Buenos días,” she greeted with a smile. Despite the odd feeling in her mind, the bizarre sense of sludge slipping away from her, she was thrilled to see him.
“Sleep well?”
Marco had not slept well and it had carried over to his mood. He wasn’t cold toward Drina, but he had lost a good deal of the playfulness that he had displayed days before. It had been practically impossible for him to draw himself away from the wolf’s side over the past few days, but this morning, he woke and dressed himself without lingering in bed. So much of him wanted to continue playing the part, but he had made a promise. That, and he could sense that something was different about Drina. Was she remembering the way things were supposed to be? He wouldn’t know until he talked to her, and he was putting off that conversation as long as possible.
The smell of bacon drew him out of the back room, where he’d just finished getting dressed. He made an appreciative sound as he approached the kitchen, a smile already on his face at the sight of Drina in one of his shirts. It was a bittersweet image. “Buenos días,” he recited back to her. He nodded his head, then made a sound to confirm the expression. “It was alright, I had a lot on my mind.” The answer was surprisingly honest, coming from him. I’m actually going to do this, he thought to himself. Maybe, but not just yet. Marco walked over to the fridge and grabbed the orange juice. “Care for a glass,” he asked, already pouring Drina a cup.
Something was different this morning. She sensed it in the way that he didn’t creep up behind her, slide his arms around her waist, and press against her playfully. She sensed it in the way his smile was not as brilliant as it had been the past couple of mornings. But neither was she the same as she had been. She didn’t rush over to greet him and she wondered if maybe she ought to put something else on. She nodded when he described his night; perhaps that was what was off about him. Drina moved to accept the glass of juice and she smiled, the curve faltering slightly as another memory came bubbling up. Another kitchen, a nicer one. A trail of kisses pressed into the curve of her neck. A string of laughter belonging to him: Heath. Drina suppressed a shudder. Who was he to her?
“Hope you’re hungry,” Drina took the juice and sipped lightly before she returned to breakfast, serving the eggs and bacon on two different plates. She claimed one and carried it over to the small table. She couldn’t explain the odd little memories coming into her mind. They were true. They were real. But they were out of context and she couldn’t place them. Who was Heath? Why did she remember such familiarity with him now? What had made her forget? She sat down at the table and began to pick at the eggs on her plate, taking in small bites that didn’t seem to go anywhere. These memories were making her queasy and ruining her appetite.
“Always for your cooking,” he responded with a slight smile. Both were genuine. He had grown accustomed to Drina preparing meals for him, but now, he’d become used to waking up to the smell of food, or at least the knowledge that it would be made for him shortly after getting out of bed. It wasn’t just the cooking that he would miss, but the company that came from knowing that he wasn’t alone at the beginning and end of the day. Days before, Marco would have accepted the plate in exchange for a quick kiss. But not today. This morning, he took his plate and followed Drina over to the table. He was drank his juice a little more heavily that she did as he took a seat across from her, if only for a lack of something to do.
He attempted to eat his own meal, but Drina was far too distracting for him to ignore. It was obvious that something was on his mind, bothering her, but he had no way of knowing what it was. Unless he asked, that is. “Is everything okay?” Marco may have been hesitant to kiss her or display other forms of affection, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to comfort Drina. It may have been easy for him to ignore his feelings before, however, things were different now. The past few days were too fresh in his mind. He reached across the table and placed his hand over hers. Marco didn’t squeeze her hand, but the pads of his fingers brushed over top of it, as if by their own volition.
Drina was an active woman with a fairly healthy appetite, especially now that the wolf inside seemed to have woken up. The wolf was antsy and the feeling made her skin crawl. The eggs felt like rubber as she tried to chew, but it had nothing to do with her cooking. Her throat felt tight as other memories cropped up. Waking up next to Heath. Having breakfast with him. The sensation of his hand cupping her cheek.
“Hm?” She asked, Marco’s questions pulling out of her reverie. “Oh, yeah. Fine.” She looked down at her barely touched breakfast and she felt her stomach lurch. A floor length, silky white dress. A veil that obscured her vision ever so slightly. And Heath waiting for her with awe in his eyes. Drina swallowed, fighting the sudden stinging in her eyes. She was married. To Heath. And she had forgotten Drina chanced a glance at Marco, her eyes wide.
“What am I doing?” She asked. Heath had no idea she was here. How could he? It’d break his heart to see her with another man. This wasn’t a fling; Drina’s feelings for Marco were strong and still present, but now the love she felt for Heath returned, a wave of affection and guilt that threatened to strangle her. She glanced down and found her left hand was bare. “Where is my ring?” She demanded suddenly, panicked.