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Isabelle.

I looked at the happy Chris in front of me. Damn! He looks so happy.

Well, I couldn't lie, I was happy as well. Who wouldn't? To have the love of their lives by them every night?

It's still a pact. My mind told me but like always I ignored it. Don't need any stupid thoughts weighing me down right now. I'm happy. I know it's not someone else in my head, it's my insecurities.

"Hey hold on... My clothes." I said making him pause the flipping of the pancakes as he turned to me with a nervous look on his face. What's wrong?

"The pancakes! Flip 'em they're gonna burn.." I said pointing at the pancakes.

"Oh shit!" he cussed and finally flipped it. The pancakes had almost burnt. I looked at Chris and shrugged.

He took it off the stool and then into a plate placing two more pancakes on it to make a stack.

"What topping would you like?" He asked making me recollect when I didn't like him that much.

I smiled on remembering that incident. And told him the same answer I said th