Love Aint Always Pretty

Petrichor

- the scent of rain on dry earth

Origin: Greek

16

After visiting their mother's tomb, it was almost twelve noon when we left there and I'm terribly starving right now. The car paved way to the gravel road and I saw us arriving on the pathway of this old looking house. Tracy seemed so excited to be here but Nick was just quiet after we left the cemetery.

"Starving Savannah?" Tracy gazed at me over the rear view mirror.

"A little." I answered.

"Don't worry. Nick is here. He knows how to cook." She says before unbuckling her seatbelt.

When they stepped out of the car, I did too. I pulled my blouse down to cover my showing skin above my garter and then finally stared at the white colored house. Vines were creeping on the corners of the house and I see a patio swing right on the porch. I walked behind them as we march our way near the house.

"Who owns this house?" I asked.

"We do. It's where we used to live before we headed college." Tracy answered.

Nick inserts the house key to the knob and finally opens the front door. It was a small house and everything inside looked untouched, like they were still new furnitures. The living room couch was colored light green and the walls were white. There's this staircase that leads to the second floor and I see a door right across the living room which is probably the kitchen. Tracy closed the front door behind me as I watch Nick entering the kitchen.

"Are there still foods in the kitchen Nick?" Tracy asked.

"Yeah. I called Mr. Moore that we were coming over today so he did some grocery." He answered.

Tracy and I headed to the couch. "Your brother knows how to cook? Seriously?"

She nods and grabs the remote as she starts to turn on the television. It was an old looking tv but it was still working.

"Who's Mr. Moore?" I asked.

"The caretaker of this house. He's the one who's been looking after our place when we left for college. He lives a little close by."

The kitchen door swings open, "What do you girls want for lunch?"

"Make your all time famous spicy spaghetti Nick." Tracy said happily.

Nick gazed at me. "Would you want that for lunch?"

I nodded right away. "Yeah. Sure."

He walks inside the kitchen. "Could you look after my brother for me? He doesn't wanna be alone inside that kitchen."

"Why?" I asked.

past. Could you? I just need to go to

of us stand. "Sure. No problem. And thank you

heads up the stairs while I was doubting if I should go inside or not. Little by little I slowly reach for the door and opened it. I see Nick chopping some spices, he pulled

was wondering if

this for me? I'm still going

I don't know how to

the shapes of what I

doing our thing. When I was done chopping, I stand and handed him the

have you been cooking? Guys don't really likes to cook."

years now." He answered.

teach you how to cook?" I tried to make a conversation.

"No." He said quickly.

if I do so. He's in a foul mood right now and I don't

He called

turned to him.

said that night

him, he's talking about Catherine. He was still focused on

little bit sweet and spicy. It was great. He's even a better cook than I do. But then I noticed that he's been even more very quiet since that time he told me to

next to Tracy. Then Tracy and I started playing cards while Nick was just watching us. By six, when we were ready to

think we can't leave yet." Tracy called out while

a few seconds. I hurriedly ran to the window and the rain was pouring outside the house making

road maybe slippery on the way back.

mean we have to sleep here for tonight?" I

have a choice." Tracy answers.

have an early class tomorrow that I can't miss." I

I'm not going to take the risk on driving on a rainy

I gave up.

place the dishes to the sink while Tracy went upstairs to prepare a room for me.

His golden-brown hair perfectly paired with those mesmerizing blue eyes, his broad shoulders, sharp jawline and goodness the way he always

open. "Savannah. I'm done preparing your room. You're going

I could see her old photos when she was young while she was with Nick. I smiled as I look at his younger self, Nick has

I stop. Both of us got worried. What if a robber could've come inside and fought

Tracy called out.

My eyes widened out from my sockets. Broken glasses were scattered

There's blood.

Blood dripping.

covering with blood. His blood is dripping all over the

Tracy shrieks.

you?!" Tracy

the other. "The knife