《 Faint-hearted 》

《Chapter 1》

I had just finished packing my 10th box since early this morning, mom made me wake up extra early today to finally start packing for our new home. I hate the fact that I have to move, especially since I'm going to be living with moms apparent new "fiancé" which I had no idea of until he proposed a few weeks back. I start to toss a bunch of random items from inside my side drawer into the new box I had grabbed, with the sense that I will most definitely still be here for another few hours. Recklessly tossing each individual thing into the box, I come across a small portrait of me and my father when I was little before he had passed of cancer. I try to hold back the tears but they eventually just start streaming down my bare, pale face uncontrollably. I start gaping for air as my legs start to weaken as I fall to the floor, I guess mom had heard me as I heard her running up the stairs to see what was happening. To her surprise she opened the door and saw me sitting there on my knees, drenched in a puddle of my own tears.
"A-Adeline, my dear. What's the meaning of these tears?"
She says while crouching down to wrap her hands around my silky-smooth sweater.
"Dad.
Why did he have to go so suddenly, it feels like just yesterday he left us.."
"Oh, hun. I know how you feel, and I know its tough."
She kissed my cheek and wrapped her arms around me even tighter.
"N-no you don't. If you actually did miss him you wouldn't have moved on so quickly, you just dont understand.
There was a long pause as I start to wipe the tears off of my cheeks.
Then mom broke the silence.
"You think I don't miss him just as much as you do? He wasn't just my husband, but my best friend as well. And sure I moved on with Scott but you see, everyone has to move on at some point. I know your father would be happy watching from heaven, all he wanted was the best for us."
"I'm sorry mom.."
"Don't be. Now why don't you get back to packing so we can get going to the new house soon, ok?"
She pat my back and lifted herself up to leave my soon to be "old" bedroom.
I also helped myself up, ignoring the puddle on my floor.
All I could taste was the salty tears mixed with saliva in my mouth, as I wiped all the tears away. I was so overwhelmed and stressed I just didn't want to continue packing for while so I took a quick break. Pacing back and forth around my semi-empty bedroom trying to erase any sad thoughts or memories regarding my father.

"Adeline- Ad..
Could ya let me in, maybe?
I mean you don't have to but, it would be much appreciated."
I saw his curly, strawberry blonde hair from outside the glass of my window. Noticing it was him, Jaylen. I excitedly opened the window to let him crawl through.

"Hey! How's the packing going?"
He said so casually.
"Umm, hello! Are we just gonna ignore the fact that you just crawled up to my window on the second floor to come to see me? Why can't u just use the front door like a normal person, Jay?"
The both of us chuckled as he bent over to pick up the box beside my tear puddle.
"Hey, what are you doing with that?"
I said in a bit of confusion.
"Helping you, what else do you think?"
"Look, I'm flattered that you wanna help and all but I think I can handle this myself. Besides aren't you supposed to be hanging out with Missy?"
"I bailed on her, besides I know your upset about moving so I thought I come over to comfort you."
"Yeah, hence the word comfort me, not help me pack.
Just go hangout with Missy, I know you want too."

He shook his head in a look of disappointment, I felt bad for shaking his offer away like that but I knew I needed to be alone for the time being.
"Guess I'd better go then, huh?"
"Guess so, but give me a call later. Bye Jay!"
I exclaimed but had no reply in return as he walked out of my bedroom. He must've been mad..