You're My Heaven To My Hell

Chapter 29

"Sweetness... God, all she ever did, was whisper sweetness in his ears." -Author.

Aurora's POV

Valentine's Palace...

Who on earth would name a cafe, Valentine's Palace? Like, it literally looks like a 1970′s Mcdonalds, with only old, single, white people inside... Like, how is their valentine going to be feeling royal, here?

Wait... Why am I dissing the place?

"Stop judging a book by it's cover, Aurora." I hear a sudden voice, causing a yelp to escape, and I turn to see Atticus staring at me, with a blank look on his face.

Right... Got a point there.

"Sorry, I just was wondering why they decided to call it Valentine's Palace... That's all." I nervously state, deciding to open the door, to be hit by the smell of chicken.

When do they sell chicken in cafe's?

I hear Atticus sigh, and I look at him sitting down, at one of window seats, that's hidden from everyone.

The same type of seats I'd go for.

I hesitantly follow him. "So, apparently our art project is supposed to be a representation of the other person: as in showing a journey of their life." I state, reading through the email, that Mrs Fletcher wrote and I take a seat, opposite him.

But, how do I do that? I don't even understand my own life, so how am I supposed to understand his?

Atticus doesn't say anything... He just stares out of the window, as if there's a million thoughts, running through his head and this art project isn't one of them.

I unknowingly observe his face, whilst slipping a pencil and paper out of my bag before slowly analysing his features.

His hair, resting over his forehead, as if he just woke up and his eyes, slightly puffier than usual, but still subtle enough to become unnoticed.

But, I notice them... And, his nose slowly twitching, as it meets a faint scar, on his cheek.

Wow... I've seen his face a lot, yet I still miss certain details.

Suddenly, my phone buzzes, causing me to jump a little and I quickly look through my messages, ignoring the quick scribble I've done off Atticus's face.

'Aurora, I'm sorry for shouting at you, sweetie... I haven't been taking my pills recently, but I'm getting better and I'll be making dinner when you come home, so please enjoy yourself. xx -Mum.'

I repeatedly read over my mum's message, trying to understand what to feel and I sigh, deciding to turn it off.

The way, I'm used to reading messages like this, from her but expecting it to have something different, is actually quite funny.

Funny, in the way that I feel like... Shit to be honest. Even though, I should feel happier or something good, as she's willing to be a better person.

"You said 'london wasn't a fairy tale... What did you mean by that?" Atticus suddenly asks, glancing at my phone, before resting at my lips, that have turned into a frown and I raise my eyebrows, at his question.

When did I say that?

"I wasn't saying it was your fault Aurora..." He breathes out harshly... Then why does it feel like it is? "And I assumed nothing because you were drunk and alone even if I didn't ask about the whole story." He continues, swallowing deeply before letting out a sigh.

The way my body feels incapable of processing information right now, is scary to me.

"You assumed London was a fairytale Atticus." I whisper, with disappointment laced all over my tongue and I stare blankly at the floor.