{Oliver's POV}
I wanted to write a letter to Aiden. I really do. But I can't find the courage to after he left without saying bye to me. After he left, I've learned a lot. I've stopped being selfish. But I still do believe in magic.
It was 3 AM. I stayed up all night trying to write to him. Crumbled pieces of paper filled the trash can. It even overflowed into the floor.
Dear Aiden, I miss-
I can't just say that. Why can't I show my affection to him? I slammed my head into my hands and grabbed a fistfull of hair. I quietly sobbed. I laid my head down onto the hard desk and stayed like that for a while.
Then, there was a light tapping on the door. I quickly wiped off my face and quietly said, "Come in."
They opened the door and Mom peeked her head through the crack of the door.
"Hey hunny. What are you doing up so late? Is everything okay?" She asked worriedly.
"Yeah. I'm fine Mom." My eyes looked away from hers.
"You can always tell me if something is wrong."
"Yeah, yeah I know."
She carefully stepped into my room and took a look around.
"What's all of this paper?" She picked a piece up and un crumbled it.
I turned away and shut my eyes.
"Oh, Oliver..." She whispered under her breath.
I frowned, fighting to hold back tears.
"Oliver. It's okay if you miss him. I do too. And you know that-" I interrupted her.
"I do miss him! But why can't I tell him? Why can't I show it?" I let everything out and fell to my knees.
She didn't say anything. The only thing she did was sit next to me and hug me.
"I love you sweetie. I want you to know that no matter what, that I will always be here for you. You can talk to me anytime, and I will listen. You know that, right?"
I nodded slowly.
"I love you too, Mom."
She smiled at that. It's been the longest time since I've seen her smile.
"Come on. Let's cook something." She stood up and held out her hand.
I just let her pull me up. We both silently walked to the kitchen. It wasn't a minute yet and I almost started to cry again. I took in a few breaths and calmed myself.
"Okay. What do you feel like cooking." I played with my fingers while waiting for an answer.
"I don't know. You pick." Mom smiled softly again.
"Fine. We can start out with rice."
"That'll be good."
We both worked quietly while she showed me how to do things. She made the rice while I chopped vegetables. We both started to talk about other things while I worked. Like school and what you wanted to do with your life and stuff. It was nice to be able to just talk and have her listen.
I started to feel better. Much better in fact. I wasn't crying anymore, and I felt like I had gotten my life back.
After about an hour of cooking, we both sat down at the table and started eating.
She smiled at me.
I smiled back at her.
This was the best day I've had ever since Logan passed.
We both ate for a long time. It was a lot more than I usually eat. When we were both done eating, she got up and started to clear the table.
