*Tyson’s POV*
Her apartment is… nice? I step inside, breathing in the homelike scent, and looking around. She herself looks more like me then I ever imagined. Calm set of mouth and eye’s, both of which are currently twisted into a smile, warm honey brown hair…
She stands, almost as tall as my dad, and nothing like my mom. My mom, who made pie’s and cakes on the weekend, who was ‘the perfect woman’ to any good conservative man. My mom who didn’t share a drop of my blood was an alien figure compared to my mother who stood before me.
The car ride here had been awkward to say the least.
“Want a tour?” she asked, trying not to smile so giddily.
“I’d love one..” I say politly, dropping my bag on the floor.
She gives me a full on teeth baring grin for my awnser.
“Come on then” she grabs my wrist, and I actually fight a smile, her hyper attitude contagious. Quinn would adore her.. And there goes my smile. Quinn… my last meomery of him is painful. He didn’t want to be left by himself in that empty house with those monsters we call parents.
*Flash back*
“I want to go with you” he whipers, his forehead resting agiant my neck. Our parents had made us sleep in separate rooms, but that didn’t stop my boy for a minute. He’d snuck out, knowing that there would be no goodbye tomorrow.
“The point is to keep us apart, love…” I murmur back, listening for any sign of disturbance. He nests himself further into my arms, his breathing becoming deeper, calmer. I think he’s asleep for a moment, but then he stirs. He kisses me once, twice.
“Tyson..?” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep after an exhausting day.
“Yes?” I respond, arms tightening around him.
“Don’t leave me…” he whispers.
“Not for real” I agree “Not ever…”
He sits up a bit, grabbing the scissors from the nightstand. I grab them from him, eye’s budging. This is what I feared most. That he’d go back to cutting, endangering his life to cope with his pain. He stares down at me, understanding in his eye’s “Not for that” he assures me, and takes them back.
I watch as he snipes a lock of his beautiful brown hair, grabbing it and folding it into a napkin. He tucks it into my hands and I place my hands on the back of his neck comfortingly. “How romantic” I tease. How am I going to survive without him?
*Flash back over*
“And finally” Nadiene says with a big smile “Your room!”
Had I zoned out that whole tour? I hope I hadn’t offended her.. But judging frm the look on her face, nothing possibly could offend her. She was batehd in pure bliss, though she knew the reasons I was sent here, happy to see her son, though we’d never had any form of relationship.
“Nadiene?” I asked, clearing my throat.
Me calling her by her first name hampered her spirit’s a little “Yes Tyson?”
“Why are you.. So okay with this? I mean.. you don’t even know me. And I’m a freak”
Her eye’s became sad. Depths that I never would have predicted became apparent in her face, and sorrow like I have never seen was written in her pupils. It was almost like she was looking back in time, and my self-pity suddenly seemed shallow.
“Tyson.. Do you know how many time’s I’ve seen you in your life? Exactly three. The first was when you were born-me and your father already despised each other, so I feared so badly that would be the last time.. But no, I saw you once when you were eight as well. It was a chance encounter at the mall.. You… didn’t even notice me. I don’t know why I expected anything more, but it hurt so badly to know you didn’t even recognize my face… the third time was today.” she pauses.
“I sent you letters. Piles and pils of them. I knew you’d never see them, but I hoped your father might have some sympathy… he didn’t. I can tell by the look on your face. So I don’t care what you look for in a partner. No mother should have to spend a life away from her son…”
I’d never known any of this. I look at the single tear, shinign down her cheek. She swipes it away, cheeks coloring with embarassment, and pats my shoulders awakradly. I’ve known her for a few hours. She was already more of a mother then Quinn’s ever was.
“Why wasn’t I allowed to see you? Why did the court rule with dad?”
“Eh?” she looked at me, shaking off the sadness, eye’s brightening “That’s a long story. One you should never ever hear!” she giggles, like it’s a funny meomery and looks our my window briefly “Anywho” she scratches the back of her head “You get settled in. I’ll make dinner!”
My mother was starnge. I loved her already.
I retrieved my bag and sat down in my mothers guest room. My father had called her the night he found out about Quinn and I, and he hand’t been happy about it. Neither had I-at first. I’d much rather live here then with my supposed family.. I just wished Quinn was here.
I can pretend though. I zip open my bag and pull out the first iteam-his pillow case. I slip it over the pillow on the bed, and admire it happily. Next-his clothes. A full set, right now to the under wear. I’m in love-sue me. Last item was the piece of his hair. I unfold the napkin carefully.
I run my finger across it carefully. It’s soft, but did I expect it not to be? I pick it up and hold it to my nose, breathing in his smell, before running it along my cheek. I imagine that I have Quinn here with me, that I’m holding him, telling him I love him…
“Dinner’s ready!”
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Is there no sight sadder then a long distance relationship? actually-yes there is. Quiet a few of them. Most happen in the remainder of this story ^^ Btw, someone once compared this to Junjou Romantica, so I started reading that manga-very nice ;)
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