I Don't Know How She Does It Novels & Stories

To buy me that watch, she secretly worked a part-time job. One day, she collapsed from exhaustion, and only in the hospital did I learn she had been sleeping less than four hours a night. When I arrived, she quickly hid her scraped palms from me. I blamed myself for not protecting her, tears streaming as I asked why she pushed herself so hard. She wiped my tears and laughed softly. "Idiot. Of course, it was for your birthday gift. Don't get too moved, though. This comes with conditions. You'll have to marry me."

Now all I have to do is comfort her, but in my current state, I don't know how. I don't know how to approach her. I don't know what to say. I can easily read people's thoughts and emotions like a book, but I don't know what to do with it. It's like reading a sci-fi novel with onerous words and ideas beyond my comprehension. I can read it accurately, but I don't understand.

She seems to be cleaning with no idea of what she’s actually doing to me. I believe she doesn’t even know I am standing behind her.

she asked in wonder. “I just took away the pain for a little while. It won’t last, and you’re still dying.” She fell back against the pillows, relieved. If that was all he could do for her, it was okay -- at least she wouldn’t leave this world howling in pain. “How did you do it?” she asked. “Some kind of hypnosis?” He shook his head. “No, not hypnosis. I don’t know how it works; I just know I can do it.”

she explained. "Of course, it's a bit weird for me since it's basically blind cooking—I never taste the food while making it. So I have no idea if it's good or bad. Like, did I add enough salt and pepper? Is it soft and juicy enough? Stuff like that. But so far, I've only messed up once, so I guess I have a bit of a knack for it." She shrugged and shook her head. There was always a simplicity and humility in the way she spoke. I never sensed arrogance in her, even when she praised herself like she just did.

But she is not aware of my feelings. No one is aware of my gender because I keep on hiding it. I am a lesbian by the way but I am not a cross-dresser so no one really knows. I also have long hair and wear dresses, but I don’t know how to put make up on my face. I don't even know how to properly comb my hair. I just roll it in a circular motion until it forms a bun on the top of my head. I keep on chewing my bubble gum when suddenly a loud voice coming from the other line of the phone shouted. Ouch, my eardrums! Here she comes again. She's too loud.

I was so curious to know her reason. "The thing is, I don't know how to cook," she blushed with embarrassment. Wait a minute, she did not only look like Ivory but she can't cook?

She was like a woman appearing in a magazine. "A-Ah, g-good morning too." I was still scratching my neck because of the stuttering. "W-what do you need?" I asked. She touched my shoulder. I turned in the other direction in shock. Because of nervousness I swallowed my own saliva. On tge other hand, my breathing also deepened. I suddenly felt a strange heat. "Because I can't turn on the faucet in my house. And I'm still waiting for the repairman but he said he can't go because of a sudden emergency. Can I ask you if you know how to do it?" she asked persuasively.

he said with a sheepish grin. I nodded, unsure of how to respond. A moment of silence passed before Cole spoke again. “So?” He looked at me expectantly. I turned to him. “What?” “How did you do it?” I released a sigh, running a hand through my hair as I thought about his question. ‘Honestly,’ Jade said in my head. ‘I’m not even sure how I did it. I just knew that I could.’ She admitted. That wasn't helpful. “I don’t know, Cole,” I admitted honestly. “I just know that it happened.”