Happier

4 - Amor

"Amor, you know your excuses don't work on me, so don't even try it."

Amor hadn't even started with his excuses and yet they were being shot down. As soon as he came home from The Grand Sapphire Hotel, he retired to his room and did absolutely nothing before his dawdling was interrupted by his mother.

She knew that he was perfectly healed and fine and therefore he should totally go to a party one of his high school classmates had unfortunately invited him to.

"They're valid this time," he countered, looking at the ceiling because he often got into trouble for glowering at his mother at times.

"I don't want to hear them," she said, shooting a hardened look. He suppressed a flinch and remembered that he had inherited the same sharp gaze. She rested her hands on her hips and looked down on his lifeless body on his bed. "You're a total shut in. If you went out and you know actually spent time with other human beings, we wouldn't be having this conversation. I know you're introverted and there are only a few people that you choose to tolerate but going out socialising at least once a month isn't going to kill you. There's so much you can do with people from university and high school."

He didn't say anything. He always lost arguments with his mom, mainly because she was his mom and her word is law in this household.

She scowled at his silence. "Honestly, what am I going to do with you?"

"You don't have to do anything, you could leave me alone you know," he murmured, knowing that she could hear him.

She huffed. "I know you're like this but it still takes me by surprise."

There was silence in the room and Amor really hoped that meant the conversation was over and that she was going to drop the subject for the rest of the evening and leave.

But when he felt a dip on the bed, he knew that was all wishful thinking.

"How is she by the way? I hope she's doing well. I wonder how her sister is." Her voice was soft, almost as if she was sharing a secret.

Amor paused before responding, he had a feeling he knew where the conversation was going and he didn't want to go there. "I didn't get to speak to her."

But it wasn't hard to guess. Thinking back to how she looked at their last encounter three years ago, which was their breakup, she was healthier back then and had glowing skin which usually was as a result of skincare routines that she had tried to also get him obsessed with. Her hair was still unruly but longer and as he recalled earlier back to its original dark colour. Her freckles were the same, everywhere and rivalled the stars in a clear night sky but her cheekbones were prominent because all her baby fat was gone. She was thinner and it didn't look healthy.

He guessed that Darya hadn't gotten better at all.

He knew her financial situation and guessed much hadn't really changed in the last few years. She never let him help her and they had fallen apart before and now she had lost her job and that was going to put a stress on her life that he had never experienced before. He was privileged, and he knew it and it was looking at Mira that made him wonder why he wasn't grateful for it.

"So, you still like her."

Amor didn't say anything but this time it was because he didn't know. Seeing her and remembering how he fell for her the first time was one thing, but did those feeling endure three years of being apart?

Like, they were teenagers when they started to go out and they still kind of were teenagers.

Besides, even if he did, if she didn't reciprocate them, it didn't mean a damn thing.