Hey there everyone, here I am with yet another chapter. Hope you enjoy it.
Emily’s POV:
4 days later:
Today is the day we are gonna leave to New Haven. I did all my packing yesterday night. We have our flight this afternoon and it was just 7 in the morning so I decided to go and talk to my mom once , I know that I will regret doing this.
“Mom”, she looked up from her book as I called her.
I sat beside her on the couch.
“Yes?”
“I um…. Just wanted to speak to you”, she raised her eyebrow at this.
“Ok"
Neither of us said anything , it was just an awkward silence. My mom broke this silence by saying,
“So you’re leaving in the afternoon?”
“Yea"
She nodded.
“Emily, take care” , I looked at her with amazement. This can’t be my mom , she never said these words to me.
“Take care of both yourself and your brother. I don’t trust your father with you both.”
Even I didn’t trust my dad.
“I will mom. I will take good care of James", she nodded.
“And don’t forget your medications Emily. And I think you should tell about it to James, I won’t be there if something happens.”
“No mom, I can’t tell him. I don’t want him to be conscious about me, I don’t want him to worry about me.”
“But…”
“Please mom understand.”
Sighing she said, “Fine.”
“I don’t mean to leave you alone like this but I think James needs a little change”, I looked at her with an unsure look.
“I understand.” Wait does she ?
“Take care of yourself mom, if there’s anything remember I am just a call away"
Ok that was way too difficult to say, now don't get me wrong if I have to say this to my bro I will do it without a second thought but with my mom it's different.
Smiling she nodded. Wow when was the last time I saw her smiling, but that smile warmed me.
“Um… I will just go and check on James", I said not sure of what to say further.
“Ok", with that I left.
It’s been such a long time since I had a regular conversation like this with my mom. It felt good to speak to my mom with yelling.
I entered James room finding him still packing his stuff.
“You still not done with your packing?”
“I started it just 20 mins ago."
"And what were you doing the whole night?"
"I was busy. "
“Oh sure you were. Busy playing your guitar and then sleeping like the world's going to end.”
He rolled his eyes at this and said, "You don't leave a single opportunity to annoy me, do you?"
I smirked and let him continue his packing.
I left his room and entered into mine checking if I left anything behind.
Few hours later:
We were seated in the flight ready to leave. My mom accompanied us to the airport to send us off, which again was unlike her.
I was biting my lower lip out of nervousness, I don’t why but I had this feeling in me that suggested that my life was gonna change from this point onwards. And If it does I just hope that it’s for the best.
I turned my head when I felt a hand on mine. James squeezed my hand reassuringly sensing my discomfort. I placed my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes when the flight took off.
The rest of journey went by in haze.
I know that it was a short chapter but I hope that you liked it.
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