Novel & Cerita A Is For The Apple That He Gave To Me

He hates me and yet he gives me a gift? I slowly opened it and the sweet smell of fried rice wafted through my nose, tears of gratitude sprang to my eyes and I quickly forgot his smacking, it's been a while since I ate my favorite food, I haven't tasted it since my mum died, all of a sudden, my heart softened towards him,

I searched my mind trying to find a logical solution. "The apple." He said almost as if he had been in my mind the whole time. "I know how you love your apples. The one you had this morning had something extra in it from yours truly." "Why?" I managed to speak in a voice that consisted of a wispy sound. He walked closer to me but not close enough to endanger himself. He was smart after all. "I'm just following orders. No hard feelings. As long as you live, Snow White will never know peace." He shrugged as he added, "Besides the world will be a better place with one less evil cunt."

That is how apple becomes my comfort food, every time I get scared over something- eating an apple relaxes me. "You brought so many apples," I said while giving a smile "Of course, anything for you." I still can't move properly, everything down there still hurts. "Sweet." Janine complimented. That's weird, she sounded different when she said that word. "You want?" I tap Aaron and point the basket of apples "Grab your girlfriend some, you rude guy!" I joked. Without a word, he went straight to the basket, pick an apple and headed towards Janine's direction. "Here." My brother said.

As the saying goes, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I smiled at her, "What do you mean you have nothing? This home will be yours from now on."

To my surprise, nestled within was a sleek cell phone, accompanied by a note inscribed with the words, "To our equal love in an unequal world." A smile effortlessly spread across my face as I realized the gift was from Mac Allister. The sentiment expressed in his words warmed my heart, emphasizing the unique connection we shared amidst the complexities of our respective lives. It was a reminder of the unconventional nature of our relationship, yet one that held unwavering strength and affection.

He went very still, the way he always did when I touched him first. "Ava," he said quietly. “I am not ready. I said pulling my hand back.” "I wasn't going to ask." He chipped in "Then what?" He looked at me for a long moment. The rain hammered against the windows. Somewhere in the building, a neighbor was playing piano badly. "I was going to say thank you," he said. "For letting me stay." Alex remembered everything. I mentioned once, in passing, that I had loved a specific brand of apricot jam as a child but hadn't found it in years. Three days later, a jar appeared on my studio windowsill with a note, Found it. No big deal!

I extended my hand toward him, but I realized too late that it was the one with the bandage. “Ah, wrong hand.” I switched hands, holding up the other one instead. He glanced at it, clearly confused. “What is that for?” “Where’s the apple I gave you earlier?” I asked. “You didn’t want to eat it, right? So give it back. I’ll eat it.” He chuckled softly. That alone shocked me. He laughed. He actually laughed. “I already ate it,” he said. One of my eyebrows shot up. “Ha? But you said…”

But to protect these smiles, to make sure they leave their suffering behind, I have to do something. Returning to the rooftop, I hand over the apple I had snatched at breakfast this morning. He blinks at fruit and I feel silly for bringing it, and then he smiles at me. “How did you know my favorite fruit??” Is he really asking me that? The first time we met, he had been eating one, he was always eating it, and last night, the lollipop had to be Apple flavored. “Now that I think about it, I don’t know what you like.” he says, plucking the fruit from my outstretched hand.

, she winked at him. “Just a little?”, he asked like he was not convinced. “Well…”, she trailed off. “I was a lot of trouble too”, he revealed, “I was nothing like the ideal prince” “What is ideal differs…” He smiled at her. “Care for an apple?”, she asked without waiting for his response, she tossed an apple at him which he caught. “I love apples”, he said excitedly. “Picked them on my way out”, she said. He took a large bite and closed his eyes savouring the taste, “An apple can bring a man back from the dead”

A clean, simple apple. Her tears fell as her dry fingers gently stroked the cold urn. She looked up into the empty air where I floated, her smile weary and sad. "Our Sienna. Eat clean. Leave clean." I looked at that red apple, and my soul trembled. It was the first "whole" thing I had ever been given in my eighteen years. It wasn't Vivian's leftovers. It wasn't a guilty offering from my parents. It had no family business attached to it. It was just pure love.