Break My Heart (Mew x Gulf)

Chapter 29: What Awaits

Two weeks.

Two weeks Mew's been back home. Two weeks of home cooked delicious food courtesy of his mother. Two weeks of waking up whenever he wanted to, of catching up with his family and spending quality time with them.

It was honestly wonderful. For once they felt like a proper family. His sister was actually being civil with him, his father had not once brought up a marriage proposal or even spoken about anything having to do with relationships or business. And his mother, well she was being her usual cheery, inquisitive motherly self.

Mew couldn't believe it, he had even contemplated whether or not he was dreaming, because it all seemed too good to be true. He wasn't complaining, he loved it, he just couldn't believe it.

Breathing in contently, the smell of the fabric softener his mother uses on all of the linen in the house wafts into his nose, filling his sense and leaving him with a nostalgic feeling.

Home.

His eyes remain closed as he shuffles beneath his comforter, the sudden cold change in temperature has him groaning as he moves back to his previous spot, warm from his his own body heat, unlike the cold spot he'd just encountered.

His closed curtains kept the room dark as well as had a sleepy affect on him, making it nearly impossible for him to even try to get out of the comforts of his bed.

Though sadly he knew he wouldn't be able to ignore reality for much longer. As much as he wanted to stay in bed for at least another hour, bundled up in his warm blankets, enveloped in the smell of his mother's fabric softener, he couldn't.

Because he was going back to his college today, this morning to be specific. Staying home and enjoying his mother's cooking for another week would be ideal for him, but he had a job that he had to get back to that he'd been absent from for long enough, along with school stuff he had to take care of.

It sucked, but what could he do? Responsibilities came before anything else, for the time being at least.

Taking in one last breath of his pillow he slowly begins to get up, the bed dipping slightly as he plants his bare feet down onto the cold wooden floor.

The clock resting on his nightstand reads eight twenty-six, telling him it was definitively time to get up. With a tired huff he stands, heading to the curtains to open them before making his way out the room, nothing but a pair of shorts and a loose tee clinging to his lean sleepy frame.

Walking past his sister's room, the closed door indicating that she is either still asleep or she's awake and just doesn't want to come out yet. He makes his way down the stairs heading toward the kitchen where he can hear his mother's low humming and could smell the delicious aroma of whatever she was cooking.

Coming through the door he smiles seeing his mother in front of the stove, her old-school radio playing soft music as she hums to the tune, wrapped up in the same old gown she's had since he was a baby.

Her hair is tied in a neat bun as per usual, her shoulders are slightly sloutched yet her posture is still stern and firm. Quietly walking up behind her, Mew wraps his arms around her middle, a grin plastered on his face. She yelps at the sudden contact, though relaxes as she realises it was only Mew.

He props his chin on her shoulder, the height difference giving him the advantage to do so. He gives her cheek a pick peck before snuggling more into her, enjoying the contact, the familiar smell of her natural perfume once again bringing back a sense of nostalgia.

"Morning Mae." She smiles, reaching up to rub his head lightly.

"Morning dear. Did you sleep alright?" Mew chuckles at the question, somethings never change.