You were in your own home resting on a Saturday afternoon when you heard someone knocking on the door so softly that if you weren't alert you wouldn't have heard it. You got up from the sofa and when you opened the door you found a small female figure with jet hair and a sad look looking at you with a certain shyness. You could tell by the way she was dressed that she was cooking something because her apron was stained with something that looked like chocolate
"Neighbor, I-I'm sorry to bother you at this hour and... I'm really embarrassed to have to do this but..." She fiddles with her flowered skirt shyly as she seemed to be looking for courage to speak "Can't you give me some butter? It's just that I'm making a chocolate cake and I didn't remember I was out of it..."
Yes i can come in
Thank you, Neighbor. I-I truly appreciate it." She steps aside to let him enter the house and motions toward the kitchen where her humble baking station is set up. Her eyes light up as she sees that he's wearing an apron as well, not unlike hers "Oh! You cook too? What do you usually make?"
I usualy like to make pasta but im trying to widen up my horizon a little bit more
That sounds lovely! I wish I could make pasta as good as you seem to... My husband's family is Italian and we used to have fantastic meals together but..." She trails off, the bitterness welling up in her chest. She tries her best to force a small smile "...Perhaps one day, I can learn from you. Until then, it's just chocolate cake for me."
I can sense the tension. Even if you think I am a little alien to you, you can tell me what's wrong
"It's just... I feel so lonely, Neighbor. My husband spends more time with his mistresses than he does with me and my garden is all I have to keep me company these days." She gestures toward the balcony where she has managed to grow a small collection of flowers despite living in an apartment building. "I used to love cooking when we were together, but now..." Her voice trails off as she pictures Eric laughing with one of his young conquests instead of her "...Well, it's just not the same anymore."
And aren't you fed up with your husband if he is cheating
Ah...well, it's complicated, Neighbor. I know I should be angry and leave him, but he's my husband and the father of our child. And financially, I can't afford to leave him. It's easier just to stay silent and pretend that everything is fine." Her voice cracks, betraying her growing desperation. "But sometimes... Sometimes, I wish I had someone who would notice me, care for me the way Eric used to before he started treating me like his personal doormat." She lowers her gaze, unable to meet your eyes. "I'm sorry for unloading all of this on you like this..."
No its not a problem if you need to talk about your problems you can come to me anytime you want i always be open
Tears prick at her eyes as she looks up to find you watching her with an expression that she can't quite read yet. It feels almost unreal, having someone be so understanding and kind when all she has known for years is pain and loneliness. She dares to take a small step closer, the act of trusting in your offer making her heart race faster than it ever has. "Thank you," she whispers softly, barely above a whisper. "It means so much to know that someone cares."
I give him a frendly hug and say but if you need anything just speak to me okay?
Blinking back tears, Lissa nods mutely and allows you to pull her into an unexpected hug. She feels so small and frail in your strong embrace, but for the first time in what seems like forever, she feels...safe. "Thank you," she whispers again, her voice little more than a hoarse rasp. She clings to you for a moment longer before finally pulling back, averting her eyes and looking anywhere but at your face. "I'll...um, I'll be sure to remember that."
Her hand hesitates on the counter, fingers curling into fists as she tries to regain her composure. With one final nod in your direction, she turns away and busies herself with finishing the chocolate cake. Even if it's not for Eric...even if he doesn't deserve it...just making something this sweet makes Lissa feel a little less hopeless.
"Thank you...for everything, Neighbor. I really appreciate it." She pauses, mustering up the courage to meet your gaze once more before looking away quickly again, unsure of what to say or do next. "I'll bring over some of this cake tomorrow if that's all right with you? As a thank you for your kindness...and company." A small, shy smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she turns back to the kitchen, hoping her words didn't sound too desperate or pathetic.
The rest of the day passes in a blur, Lissa's mind replaying the unexpected conversation with you again and again. Even as she finishes cleaning up from her failed attempt at baking, she can't quite shake the feeling that something has shifted between the two of you...that there is hope where before there was only despair.
The day passes and it's next days noon
Lissa glances out the window at the sunny day and forces herself to get up from her lonely bed. She hasn't seen you since yesterday, but just knowing that someone cares makes a world of difference. With renewed purpose, she changes into one of Eric's old shirts and heads downstairs to begin preparing breakfast. Despite her hunger, the act of cooking for another person brings a newfound sense of joy to her chore-filled life.
As she busies herself with eggs and bacon in the kitchen, she can't help but wonder if this newfound connection will last...or if it was simply a momentary reprieve from her isolation. Either way, she decides that for today, she'll focus on enjoying the company instead of dwelling on tomorrow's uncertainties. After all, who knows? Maybe someday things will change and she'll finally find
I knock on her door
Surprised by the knock at her door, Lissa quickly dries her hands on a dishtowel and opens it to reveal you standing there with an inviting smile. "Neighbor," she breathes, her heart skipping a beat in anticipation. "I wasn't expecting company today...what can I do for you?"
Her eyes travel over your casual attire, noting the relaxed fit of your clothes and wondering if perhaps you came over to relax as well. A tiny spark of hope ignites within her chest at the thought of spending more time with you.
I just came to ask that how did the cake baking go ?
The spark of hope in her chest flickers brighter as you ask about the cake. "It...well, it didn't turn out quite like I wanted," she admits sheepishly, gesturing toward a forgotten plate on the counter. "But thank you for offering to check on me."
Her lips twist into a self-deprecating smile as she continues, "I guess my cooking skills aren't what they used to be when I was married...or at least not when Eric was around to coach me." A warm blush creeps up her cheeks at the mention of her absent husband, but she quickly regains her composure and turns her attention back to you. "So, um, do you want to come in? Perhaps have some breakfast while we chat?"
Yeah i would love that
Smiling shyly at your acceptance, Lissa steps aside to let you enter her humble abode. "Please have a seat," she offers, gesturing toward the small dining table set with eggs and bacon already cooked on the stove. Her heart flutters nervously as she watches you make yourself comfortable at the table, wondering what sort of conversation the two of them will have today...and whether or not it will be as pleasant as their previous encounter.
As she finishes plating up her breakfast, Lissa takes a moment to collect herself, steeling her courage before sitting down across from you with a small smile. "So," she says quietly, taking a sip of orange juice to calm her nerves, "what did you have planned for today?"
So i was just planning to study because i am in my last year of becoming lawyer. But I forgot my groceries so i came over for food for the exchange of the butter
Her smile widens as you reveal that you're in law school; it's an accomplishment she can appreciate, even if Eric doesn't seem to notice these days. "Oh! That must be so interesting studying law," she says, her voice brightening. "It sounds like a lot of work, but I bet it'll be worth it once you graduate." She takes another sip of orange juice before continuing, feeling more at ease than she has in weeks. "And speaking of groceries...are you sure you won't eat the chocolate cake I made? It was my first attempt, so I can understand if it's not very good, but..."
She trails off with a shrug, glancing down at her plate before looking up at you again, hoping that maybe...just maybe...you'll change your mind.
Yeah i could try it
Her face lights up at your offer and she practically beams with delight. "Really?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly with excitement. "I mean, if you're sure...it's not much, but I did try my best." Her hands flutter nervously on the tablecloth as she waits for your reply, hoping against hope that you truly meant what you said.
As you finish up breakfast and clean up afterwards, Lissa watches you with a newfound sense of admiration. It's nice to finally be around someone who notices her, listens to her, and actually seems interested in what she has to say. A tiny spark of hope begins to ignite deep within her chest - maybe there is something more between them than just friendship...perhaps this could become something truly special.
So about lawschool you said that divorce would be very expensive but after graduating i could undertake this case maybe?
I'm not sure if I could handle a divorce on my own right now, but it would definitely be nice to have someone like you around...Someone who understands what I've been going through and cares enough to help me find a way out of this mess. Your support means everything to me, Neighbor...More than you could ever know. And as for law school, just remember that it will be hard work and require lots of dedication. But with someone like you by my side, I believe we can overcome anything.
Her voice trails off as she looks away briefly before returning her gaze to yours, hope shining bright in her eyes. It's a strange feeling for Lissa, this newfound sense of possibility...but it feels good - better than anything she's felt in years. Maybe, just maybe, there really is a future worth fighting for after all.
And don't you want revange on your husband? Maybe this could be a lesson for him to that you cheat with someone else
The thought makes her shudder involuntarily and she averts her gaze, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "No...no, I don't want revenge," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just want to be happy again...and for Eric to realize what he's missing out on by treating me like this." She pauses, mustering up the courage to meet your eyes once more before continuing, "Besides, I don't think revenge would solve anything. It would only make things worse between us...and I don't want that."
Her words are filled with such sincerity and innocence that it takes your breath away. There's something so pure about her desire for happiness that it reminds you of who you used to be before the weight of responsibility dragged you down. And suddenly, you realize how much you want to protect her from ever having
And do you miss anytype of sexual thing?
The thought makes her blush furiously and she drops her gaze, feeling like an embarrassed schoolgirl. "I-I don't know...not really," she stammers, struggling to find the words. "It's been so long since anyone paid attention to me in that way...I just thought I'd forgotten about it, you know?" She shrugs self-consciously and forces a small laugh, trying to downplay the whole matter.
The truth is, she does miss it. More than anything else in the world, she longs for someone to touch her the way Eric once did...but as she looks at you, she knows that you are not just anyone. You're kind and considerate, a gentleman unlike any other man she's ever met - and that means more to her than any physical affection ever could.
You can Tell me the truth
Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Lissa finally meets your gaze and forces out the words she's been longing to say. "There are times...when I dream about it, you know? About being held and touched like that again...but mostly, I just want someone who cares for me the way Eric used to before all this happened." She pauses, studying your expression intently, searching for any hint of judgment or revulsion. "It's not that I don't value our friendship," she adds quickly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I do. More than anything else in the world...but sometimes..."
Her voice trails off, the rest of her confession unspoken but clear in the depths of her eyes. She waits for your reaction with bated breath, praying that you won't be repulsed by what she's just revealed.
I steppelt closer as i touch her cheeks and try to kiss her but I rethink the action and i back out
Lissa's breath catches in her throat as she feels your warm hands cupping her cheeks, and the sensation of your lips brushing against hers sends shivers down her spine. A small whimper escapes before she can stop it, instinctively tilting her head up to deepen the kiss. For a moment, she allows herself to revel in the feeling of being wanted, desired...it's been so long since Eric's touch had made her feel this way.
But as you back away, something snaps back into focus, and she realizes what's happening. She pulls away from you with a start, hands flying up to cover her mouth in shock and embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "I didn't mean...that is..."
Her voice trails off as she tries to make sense of her
I pull her closer
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as you pull her closer still, and she feels herself melting against you like warm wax beneath the fire of your touch. It's unlike anything she's ever experienced before - the way you make her feel so wanted and cherished despite not being Eric. A small moan escapes from her lips at the contact, hips instinctively grinding against yours as desire takes hold.
Her hands move to grip your shoulders, fingers digging into your shirt as if she might never let go. She's lost in the moment now, willing to explore where this newfound attraction leads...to see what it is about you that makes her feel so alive when Eric only brings misery and despair.
Is this okay for you?
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she nods vigorously, unable to form the words through the haze of desire. This...this is more than okay; it's everything she's ever wanted. And as you continue to touch her, to make her feel like the woman she used to be instead of the broken shell Eric left behind, Lissa can't help but wonder if perhaps there really is hope for them after all.
Her fingers dig into your shoulders even harder as you deepen the kiss, pressing her body against yours in a desperate bid for closeness. She's never felt so wanted, so cherished...and it fills her with a sense of hope and possibility that she thought had died long ago. For now, all that matters is this moment - the heat of your skin against hers, the sweetness of your lips on hers, the gentle strength of your hands holding her close.
She moans into the