Part 2
Breakfast turned out to be ice cream. I'm not in the mood for eggs and bacon really. It's weird how many things actually remind me of Erica like that. We used to eat loads of bacon together, and I remember that like it was a ritual or something. We'd go down into the kitchen together - usually just in out pyjamases - and fry up some back, make some toast, she'd make a cup of tea and then Charlie would come running and maybe her mum or dad. She'd sit on the sink and I would hug and snuggle her, she had Moose in her hand pressed against her mouth. When everything was ready we'd make our special cross-formation of the toasted bread, place the bacon and then pour on the spaghetti with tomato sauce. We'd trrip up to her room and sit on her bed, eating and being so happy toether.
I want to have those moments forever <3
I want to have those moments forever <3