The Chef


I had always loved cooking elaborate meals when I had friends over, but when it came to feeding myself, I never wanted to cook. Only simple salads and fruit would do for me. The day I met Gabriel, everything changed. I couldn’t pinpoint the moment I changed, but something had. As the weeks passed, I began to spend more time at the grocery store and over the hot stove, I began to wonder. Wonder what life would be like if I no longer cooked for Gabriel. That was the day I found the pills he had been giving me.

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