I'd dressed in a pair of black leggings and a long black T-shirt. With the house already warm from the heater being on and the oven being used, there was no need for something warmer. It was strange to have my house cosy and smelling, well, lived in. Upon entering, I found my usual empty kitchen table filled with people. Seeing it brought tears to my eyes. I quickly turned back around and stepped into the living room to wipe away the few drops I allowed to fall. Stupid, uncontrollable, silly emotions. I stomped back into the kitchen. "About damn time," a deep voice muttered. It belonged to the guy who sat next to Isaac. My obsession sat at the end of the table. The only seat left was on the other side of him, so I sat there. I returned my gaze onto the person who was rude enough to say something, and I was pleased to see a shudder run over him upon meeting my unique eyes. Gone were the days I felt ashamed to have caused such a reaction from a person.
