C90 You broke my heart first

Ben is still not picking my calls. My mood is not any better as I flip the pancakes. I want to march to his house, pull him by his ear and kiss him after shouting at him for putting me through this stress.

I dish the pancakes into two plates and squirt some syrup onto only my plate. Mum likes hers free of any toppings.

The bell rings as I set the kettle to boil