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A profound and unhappy sigh tumbled out of my mouth while I quietly stepped through the wooden front door of my warm home. I glued a fraud delicate smile on my lips, entirely attempting to dismiss all of the miserable tears flowing out of my dark eyes on the drive back.
During the lengthy and miserable drive back home, the tears never slowed. Keeping my fingers under my blurry eyes, swiping all of the ongoing tears, constantly sniffling, and letting out sharp shudders. My painful sobs were the only thing that filled my mother's car, along with the quiet engine.
I deeply regretted leaving the blonde boy hanging in the empty chateau, but I couldn't do that to myself. Accept his hand. If I were to touch him, I would crumble in his tight grasp. I wanted to respect his wishes, on what he wanted for himself. But it was difficult. I couldn't do anything but walk away if I didn't respect his opinion.
So that was the only I could do at the moment. The only thing I wanted to do while we both wept in front of each other.
But as well in the moment, I wanted to tightly hold him, have him stuffed in my warm neck, and simply let out all of his flowing tears. It was going to ruin me.
"Oh! You're back in time for dinner! Thought we had to go find you again!" The sound of my optimistic and soft mother's voice snagged my unreal delighted attention, causing me to glance over, and find her and my father gazing at me with glad eyes.
They were in the messy and warm kitchen cooking our dinner, which took over the scent of the peaceful home with many spices and smoke of the nourishment sizzling in a pan over the stove. My mother carefully sliced a couple of vegetables in small portions to add to our dish, meanwhile, my father mixed many spices and rubbed them into some kind of raw meat.
"Hey. Nope, I'm back." I breathlessly laughed, reaching over and gently plowing the wooden front door closed, fully cutting out the warm and refreshing breezy Outer Banks air.
"How's the errands?" My occupied father questioned, peeking over at me for a moment, while he kept massaging the strong herbs into the meat that was laid over a wooden board.
"Interesting...To say the least. Definitely wasn't an easy day for my first day back." I responded, approaching them, raising my thick eyebrows for a moment while I lifted one of my slim hands to the roots of my clean and silk hair.
"You didn't total my car, huh?" My mother asked, looking at me for a second, halting her movements with the sharp knife that slid against the fresh veggies.
