Lux thought she knew exactly how this cruise would go: two weeks of awkward family dinners, no cell service, and way too much time to overthink the silence from the boy who stopped choosing her. She planned to keep her head down, her heart guarded...
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I think it worked.
At breakfast this morning, my parents didn't seem to despise each other, and it also didn't seem like they were just tolerating each other. I've seen them tolerate each other for years before they eventually got divorced, they always have the same look in their eyes; the one that makes it obvious that they hate each other but they're trying to hide it. That's not what I saw this morning. I saw the same look in their eyes that I saw the day they got remarried.
I'm taking this as a win, and I just hope it stays this way.
After breakfast I retreated back to my room, and as always, Colt finds me on the way there. Although, not even five minutes after getting into my room, I noticed that Colt was acting a bit off. I didn't say anything at first, mainly because I thought that he could just be tired, considering the fact that he didn't leave my room until three in the morning last night.
I had finished two chapters of my book, and he still hadn't said much of anything at all. That wasn't typical of him.
"Are you okay?" He was staring at the ceiling before I had asked, and even after asking, he didn't look away.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just tired." He doesn't make it sound believable. There's clearly something wrong, but he doesn't want to talk about it. I'm not going to pressure him into telling me, though. If he wanted to talk about it, he would.
With that being said, I continue reading. Well, staring at the page. I couldn't focus on the words anymore, they all blend together, and my mind races with thoughts of what could be wrong with Colt.
It was about an hour later when Colt sits up in the bed, forcing me to look over at him.
"I have to go and make sure my parents aren't drinking themselves into the grave." He tells me as he stands from the bed.
That's odd. He never leaves to check on his parents. Did something happen?
"Okay." I say instead of asking my question. "I'll see you later." I didn't mean for that to come out as if it were a question, but that's the way that it sounded. Colt nods though, as he walks towards the door.
"Yeah, I'll see you later." Even though it wasn't a question, his answer was relieving. He leaves the room without saying anything else, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I don't think he's really mentioned his parents unless he's talking about them drinking. That's not something that we've ever really talked about, unlike my parents. Although, the only reason we've talked about my parents is because we've ran into them multiple times, and also the whole ordeal from yesterday.
I wonder if they're alcoholics - from the sound of it, they are, but I don't want to assume anything. People drink a lot more on vacation than they do during their everyday life. That could be it, but it also could be something much worse.
