let me go || l.h.

f o u r

sitting in front of my vanity at home, i can't help but notice the smile on my face as i comb through my jet black hair. i watch as it falls and glossy black waves over my shoulders, like pools of black ink spreading over and consuming my body.

setting my hairbrush down, i hear a soft knock at the door. my mum's lanky frame appears behind it as she opens the door. mum walks over to my bed, picking up my book. "the mortal instruments? again?" she says, teasing me. i plonk down on the bed beside her and snatch the book from her grasp. "cassandra clare is my idol," i say regally, dissolving into a fit of giggles. "your idol, huh?" mum asked, "what happened to then time when i was the greatest person in the world?" i smile, "you still are, it's just that you are unable to create pieces of beautifully written fiction about demons and forbidden love in the magnificent and spell-bounding way that cassandra does."

mum laughs, and starts running her hands through my long hair. any second now, she's going to attempt the dive into the deep, uncharted waters of my mind. she always plays with my hair when she wants to talk about something serious. bracing myself for the worst, i scoot over on the bed and look at her. "what's up mum? i'm sure you didn't come in here just to play with my hair and converse with me about the amazing woman that is cassandra clare, did you?" she smiles, her big goofy smile and chuckles softly to herself. "calum's friend was pretty cute, huh?" she asks. i groan. i expected a lecture on how long i spend in the shower, or how i'm not pitching in enough around the house ever since mum got her new job teaching the preps, not this. "i'm just saying!" she says, holding her hands up in the surrender position. "just saying, aye?" i get up off of the bed and sit in front of my vanity once again. mum's face appears behind me, and i'm startled by how much i look like her. we share the same brown eyes, lanky frame and hair colour. "i'm your mum, tiahn, it's by job and pleasure to notice these things!" i roll my eyes at her in the mirror and start arranging the bottles of nail polish in a line. i don't wear make-up, but for some reason everyone seems to think i love nail polish, so i have countless bottles of the stuff. "i just met the guy, mum," i say, still focusing on the bottles, "besides, i'm never gonna see him again anyways! what's the point?" i ask. giving me a smirk, she turns to leave. "you never know about these things tiahn. i don't think that boy is likely to forget you in a hurry." what is that supposed to mean?!