Break up ?

Future Tharn

 This morning I wake up slowly, but too quickly for my taste, I refuse to wake up. I bury my head in the pillow, as if it will help me fall back asleep and go back to my dream. I like my dreams, I can see Type again, even more so in the last two weeks, I sense that he is really there, that everything is real, that I can talk to him. However, there is something strange. It's like I'm joining him in his dreams, where he's the one who has control over what's going on... I know it's impossible to join someone in their dreams, but this feeling remains and... and I wish I could believe it.

Finally, I hear someone knocking on my door, probably my parents or my brother. I love my family, I really do, but currently I can't see them, they have taken away the person I loved most in the world. They told me it was for my own good, that they were glad that Lhong told them about the situation; otherwise, they would never have seen all the signs... Fuck you all! Lhong and my family! I want Type, it's simple, right?

Of course, Type had his moods, but since the meeting with P'San, when his hand touched my skin, it was with tenderness. Nevertheless, they say he punched me that night, that's impossible! I know this because the person who punched me was more muscular than I am. I know this because I remember Type coming in and punching the man. So yes, Type punched one person that night, but not me. Moreover, no matter how much I told Thorn that night, he took me away from Type! And now I don't know where Type is. I asked Techno, but he doesn't know any more than I do, Type seemed to disappear after that night.

I look at the time, I have to go, classes start soon. Furthermore, I feel like skipping, but I remember that my mother is working at home today, she'll spend her time worrying about me if I stay here. Outside my door, as expected, is my brother. He has something in his hands, he wants to hand it to me; however, I don't care, I'm not awake enough to face him yet. I know it hurts him, but it hurts me even more, I wish I could go back two months and stop all this cacophony from happening.

Once ready, I leave for class. On the other hand, I changed my route, it is longer, but it allows me not to pass in front of Lhong's house. I don't know what he understood about my relationship with Type, I don't know what he told my parents, but he put strange ideas into my family's head. Why did he do that? However, he must have thought he was doing it for my own good, but no! He didn't know my relationship with Type, he didn't know our dynamic!

Arriving in front of my building, I take my phone out of my bag to look at the time... It's not my phone in my hands, it's Type's. I remember how this phone came into my hands. So, I had learned that my parents had cut off my lease the day after the party without notice, and since Type couldn't pay the rent on his own, it forced him to leave.

In addition, I had called Type several times, after discovering that his number had been blocked on my phone, but unsuccessfully. However, he had tried to reach me various times, and sent a single "sorry" text message, so he wanted to talk to me after that night. In an attempt to reach Type, I went to the flat and escaped my family's surveillance, the inventory was only two days away, so Type might still be there. It was only when I got there that I remembered that he had to leave for his parents' place at the beginning of the week.

When I opened the door, the flat was empty, without a soul. On the counter there were just keys and a phone. I immediately recognized Type's phone, and when I unlocked it, I immediately came across the message my brother had sent him. Damn! Since that day, I keep the phone close to me, nobody knows about it, not even Techno.

I snap out of my thoughts, grab my bag to get out of the car, when I see an envelope sticking out of my bag. Did Thorn put it there? Is this what he wanted to give me this morning? I carefully take the envelope, it's from France. I don't know anyone in France, do I? Who would send me mail from there?