Someone’s bound to get burned…

“Ever worry that it might be ruined
And does it make you wanna cry?
When you’re out there doing what you’re doing
Are you just getting by?
Tell me are you just getting by…”

(Pink-“Try”)

A sunny morning in a beautiful day…First day from the rest of my life…my life without him. Or, should i say…my life without deceiving feelings…

The phone was ringing. Since last night…still ringing…i turned off the answering machine. I’m sure it’s him…i won’t answer. Of course, he’s worried…guilty conscience…but i’m stronger then ever before…

-Hello…

-Aly, finally…it was Liz and her voice sounded strange…Why don’t you answer the phone? Can you do me a favor, please? I feel horrible…i think i got the flu…

-So sorry, Liz…tell me, what can i do? Need anything? Can i bring you a chicken soup? God…hope she’ll say no…i have no clue how to cook…

-You’re so sweet, Aly…you’re sure it’s not too much trouble? I wouldn’t ask you, but my boyfriend is out of town, i’m here alone and i have high temperature…

-Please, Liz…just stay in bed…get some rest, the chicken soup will be ready in about an hour…i’ll bring it to you…

And now what am i doing? I never cooked…once i tried…it was painful…I should call Maria and ask her to bring me soup! But what if Peter finds out? No! I have to cook myself…let’s see…it can’t be that hard…boil the water…and i got some chicken and vegetables…but when to put them in the water?…The door bell…

I opened the door…there he was! Smiling like nothing ever happened…

-Peter…what are you doing here? I’m really busy right now…

-Can i come in? What are you doing? You’re cooking? Really? he started laughing so hard…it made me angry.

-Yes…chicken soup for Liz…she’s sick…

-And you decided to kill her? To end with her misery? he continued laughing…

-You know…i could be a great cooker…just because you never let me cook, that doesn’t mean…

-Aly, honey…last time you cooked…we ended up at emergency room…remember? And the doctors said…

-…i know…that it should be against the law for me to cook…but what they know…they were upset cause i shouted at them…but they were causing me pain…

-They were trying to help you…you were bleeding and yelling and crying your eyes out…Aly! Be careful…you’re too close to…

Too late…i was too close to the flame…i felt a burning pain on my right hand…I turned quickly…too quickly…the (what it supposed to be) chicken soup ended on the floor…boiling water…Peter grabbed me and saved me (again!) from more serious injuries…

-This is only your fault! i said with the desperation of being burned…You distracted me with your stories…I don’t even know what you’re doing here…after last night…

-Give me this hand…we need to put it under cold water…then we’ll see how serious is…

-No! Don’t touch it! It’s hurting me every time i touch it…what am i gonna do? I burned my hand! Peter…what if it’s gonna be infected…

I started to cry…He stood there with a helpless look in his eyes and an amused smile on his face.

-I could take you to the hospital…maybe they forgot about you…

-Now you’re making fun…and i’m hurting…you really don’t care at all…

He looked at me with that disarming smile…grabbed my chin and gently kissed my eyes…i was still trying to stay mad…but then he kissed my lips…slowly…gently…caressing me with his hands…

-Magic kisses…and now we’ll take care of your hand…look…it’s a small burn…for someone who plays with fire, it’s just a small price…think about that poor chicken…lying there on the floor…

I started laughing trough tears…

-God, it’s late! I promised Liz i’ll bring her soup! What am i doing?!

-Well…you’re lucky this time! I’ll call Maria…she makes such a delicious chicken soup…and i’ll ask her to go to Liz’s place…don’t want you to catch the flu…and you’re even more lucky…i’ll clean the floor for you and i’ll feed you with chicken soup…yes, you’ll eat too…you’re burned. I’ll make sure you’ll survive…

-I could get used to that…you, taking care of me…i think i’ll keep burning myself…

-That’s because you’re playing with fire… you’ll keep getting burned…

-I know…

The chicken soup was truly delicious…like the perfect medicine to heal my burned heart…I knew it from the start i’m gonna get hurt…now there’s no cure for me. I’m addicted to fire…attracted by flames…ready to get burned again.

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