Nero: Too Fast

After the fight, I walked into the kitchen...alone.

Am I going to fast? I am...I better slow down a bit. I thought, irritated.

I opened the cupboards and looked inside. Plates. Glasses. Tea. Hot chocolate. I grabbed the hot chocolate and a mug and scooped some inside the mug with a spoon, then heated water and waited for the kettle boiled. I looked out at the moon and wiped my face with my hand, stressed.

"Maybe I am going too fast with her...I'll slow." I mumbled to myself, picking up the kettle and pouring it in the mug then the milk. I leaned against the counter and looked out at the moon again, drinking it.

I sighed then turned around when someone walked in.

The End

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