23: Condition

Dana

When I opened my eyes, I was in my bed. I didn't remember how I had gotten there, but I did remember feeling unwell. In fact, I still felt a bit queasy and tired. I sat up in bed, and the smell of food caught my attention.

That smell... I knew it. It was the sauce that Demian used to make for me when we were together, and he felt like cooking. But Demian wasn't the one cooking for me, as we were no longer together. I remembered Jeremy and our fights. It wasn't possible for Jeremy to be cooking for me. Who was it? Who was in my house?

I walked down the hallway. I heard a noise in the kitchen. I peeked through the door and saw him cooking just like always. It was Demian. He moved around my kitchen, unaware of my presence, cooking attentively and stirring the sauce.

A pressure settled in my chest as I missed the past. I missed when everything was okay between us. For some time now, all we seemed to do was fight and disrespect each other.

"Demian?" I said his name, confused.

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