Aurelia
I'm presently in the kitchen. I decided to cook today, I had told the cooks to leave.
The kitchen feels empty without them, usually, I'd just come here and look at them and go back to my room since I don't do anything in this house but I need something to do, anything to distract myself from thoughts that have been gnawing at me since I woke up. Leonard. I can't seem to shake him off.
I set out the ingredients for noodles, a simple dish, but my mind drifts back to him. The way he grabbed my hips, pulling me closer, demanding to know why I cared. His touch lingers on my skin like a ghost, one I can't quite describe.
I focus on chopping vegetables, trying to lose myself in the rhythm. Carrots, onions, peppers...all diced with precision, but even the sound of the knife against the cutting board echoes with memories of him. It's maddening.
