"You should really leave, your parents would be worried," he finally said after a strained silence.
What he said made me think, and it brought a small smile on my lips.
"Considering the fact that I'm basically the type of teens who never goes out. My mom would be glad for once I acted like my age," I chuckled.
But really, she would be happy for me. She was the type of mom who was more than happy and open for 'adventures' hence why I was asked to live my life on the very first place. And what I didn't tell him was the fact that I actually live alone, afterall mom practically lived at the hospital.
"What about you?"
It seemed like my question made him ticked. His eyes dimmed and his jaw harden as if I reminded him of something he wanted to forget. And instead of replying, he barked out a bitter laugh.
"I don't have mine. Not literally," he said, jaw clenched, eyes focused on the road.
I felt the clenched that choked me right on my chest. Maybe it was different but I understood, I really did. I didn't exactly have mine too, at least not after my dad walked out on me, on my mom, on us.
I wanted to tell him it was going to be okay but I knew it would never be okay. I had forgiven my dad but it still wasn't okay. It's never going to be okay, when someone hurt you there's going to be a permanent aftertaste; a scar.
"Well, it doesn't mean you shouldn't go home," so I said instead.
He laughed.
"You can't go back to a place that doesn't exist," he said in a voice laced with bitterness and empty eyes.
For the thousandth time I frowned,"You need sleep."
"Why do you care?" He snapped.
"I just need to make sure you are going to be okay, okay? You can't expect me to just leave after I found you like this," I brought my hands up desperately trying to make him understand my despair and worries.
"I'm worried, and I don't think I'm going to stop worrying about you," I took a breath and sighed.
..
"I'll go back,"
Instantly a smile broke across my face. So wide I was afraid it fell.
"Yeah? "
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All the Broken Parts
Conto❝For he was the puzzle she wanted to solve. ❞ But maybe learning his broken parts meant looking into the deepest scars of her own
