#i don't know much about this bb yet too akghf

[leejiieuns]

He was dreaming. Surely, he was dreaming. What other explanation could be there for Rachel to be fluttering around their kitchen, making breakfast like everything was normal? Like he hadn't just stood at her grave two weeks ago, his heart shattering into a million little pieces as they lowered her to the ground? And yet, there she stood, so real, so -- alive. Her voice as clear as day. "I'm.. I--" What could he even say? That she had been gone? That he had watched her die and she shouldn't be here? But just as he was filled with disbelief, he was also filled with longing, and if this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up.

"I missed you," he said, trying to keep the pain from his voice so to not alarm her, afraid to burst his newfound bubble. Eli touched her arm and gently pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her in an embrace. He could cry; the smell of her shampoo engulfing his senses, and he thought he would never get to experience this again. Gingerly, reluctantly, he let go and looked at her. "You should have woken me when you did. I could have helped with breakfast."

muse: rachel ryu, er nurse

there’s nothing out of the ordinary that morning; everything is as usual, and once again, rachel has failed her daily goal of not accidentally burning an egg. at least the first one anyway, the second one always proves to be easier, having learnt that sometimes multitasking has more cons than pros like when one of the tasks is frying eggs. pleased for a brief moment, she has decided to ride on the high and crack another egg onto the pan, only to let out a whisper-yelp of a curse when egg's contents slide out, accompanied by a sickly odor.

"oh shit shit--" the frying pan is dumped into the sink, and before she could clean the mess up, a witness has already arrived at the scene. "don't laugh!" she says, pointing a finger at him jokingly. bout to turn back to the task on hand, she does a double take instead. "why do you look surprised? not like you haven't seen me burning things before, but in this case, it's really not my fault." not that she really takes any offense, but in a rather good mood, she shuffles closer to him and pushes him toward the dining table, a smile growing. "come on, let's have breakfast. i can't tell if it's my stomach's growling or if it's yours now."