Chronological Tea Talk

They were 5. 3 pairs of eyeglasses, 3 heads adorning short hair, 2 heads styling long locks, 4 credulous beings, 1 with an attitude and a story.   4 hopeful dreamers and 1 pessimistic realist. There were always 2 sides; 4 on one side and 1 standing solely in a dark shadowed side. This wasn’t categorised, or even silently agreed upon, but it was always there; looming above their heads like the dullest of clouds on a grey day. They were 5. But 4 against 1 wasn’t a considered thought. To their foetus minds, they were just 5. They were 1 group of 5. They were there with smiles, laughs, inside jokes, planned days out and secret nicknames. They were there with pure hearts and intentions. Most importantly, they were there supporting one another. Until it happened. It was inevitable really, yet none of them saw it coming their way.  Five  left them on their side and began injecting a little bit of poison in them. Except, the poison wasn’t running through their bloodstreams,

With the first break of light through the gigantic windows of this grand almost scary house, a long yet small light beam peeks over a Dainty and an Accomplished. The first decides that the day should start beautifully; while the latter sleeps soundly. And the day begins. They wake up together, brush their teeth together and send each other the secret smiles they unconsciously pass which are only reserved from her to him and him to her. He dresses quickly giving her time to prepare herself. She dresses quickly to witness his calm morning aura. She is the only one who gets to see his thoughtful side. Him, standing in the huge proud terrace taking in the views while lost in thoughts. She could almost read his mind, yet she's always distracted by his eminence and minuteness at the same time. And the day begins. They enter the kitchen. Together. Almost as if this is a silent agreement. She starts cutting his morning vegetables to prepare hi