Chapter 78 Protecting What Was Mine

• We didn't speak to each other the following morning. A long drenched cold silence stretched across us as she sat in the living room and I went to the kitchen, and gosh, I hated that. This wasn't us, it never was. It was the first time we ever woke up still feeling angry at one another.
• I broke three large eggs into a bowl, trying to make myself some scrambled eggsa, but I paused, looking into the living room to find Sasha still staring at the television screen, and my heart broke a little. I knew too well that she'll probably starve that morning, and that was because she can't get herself to do anything whenever she's angry, meaning she probably wouldn't make herself breakfast. Now that I think about it, that must've been why she ordered last night instead of making dinner when I had just brought home fresh goods. And she likes to have a proper breakfast meal for breakfast, not burger or hotdog or donuts or anything like that, and I was pretty sure there wasn't a place where someone could order a breakfast meal, at least not in the entirety of Central city, so instead breaking just three eggs, I broke six.
• I added milk and salt to the eggs and started frying them, stiring them as I fried, and after I was done, I mixed flour, milk, sugar, eggs, and a little bit of salt, and made pancakes. I also threw a couple slices of bread into the toaster, and finally made a two dish breakfast meal.