Beauty is A Beast (boyXboy)

Chapter 23

A two weeks has passed since I came to visit my family back in California. It's been filled with laughs and some really memorable moments. My sisters came over and my Uncle Nathan is back earlier from his trip to Australia.

My parents went out on a date tonight and my sisters went clubbing with friends so it was only me and Nathan in the house. We sat in the living room, he was on reading while I sat drawing, absentmindedly. For some reason, I found myself getting depressed. I found myself missing Matteo.

It was weird because the feeling was vaguely familiar and even though I felt nothing towards him, I just missed his presence. I sighed.

"What's wrong?" My Uncle asked, not looking up from his book.

"It's nothing," I lied, not want to talk about it.

"Your shoulders are sagging, your eyebrows are furrowed, and you just sighed dramatically. There has to be something wrong for you to think so deeply," he concluded still not looking at me.

"How would you know? You've been reading this entire time," I said in disbelief.

"You're like your mother-well your adoptive mother. My sister is the same way, it's just the little things, the slight changes in body language and the repetitive gestures, your just have to know where to look," He spoke, his voice holding lots of wisdom," and I've been looking the whole time."

"No offense but that sounds creepy," I told him while raising an eyebrow. He finally looked up from his book giving me an amused smile.

"Don't flatter yourself on my behalf," he said smirking," But really what's wrong?"

I sighed, deciding to tell him," Mom told you about Matteo right?"

"Your lover from before you lost your memory."

I nodded before continuing, "Well it's weird, I don't remember him but for some reason I miss him. His presence, his smell, his voice, but the problem is, I don't feel anything towards him. When we kissed on our date, the day after I got out the hospital, I felt cold, it was the same way I felt when I kissed Jess earlier and it just bothers me because I feel like I'm hurting him, I know that I'm hurting him. I slept with.....someone else and honestly feel like shit, I just haven't told him yet. How so I stop hurting someone I don't remember, how do I remind myself that I'm supposed to love him?"

He hummed in thought before looking at me sympathetically,"First things first, don't be a hoe, just try not to sleep with anyone who is not him, and you need to tell him. It'll hurt him worse if you wait longer. I say just ride the waves on this one. I believe in the old saying everything happens for a reason, maybe it means you and Matteo weren't meant to be. Or maybe your subconscious just didn't want you to remember him so that you could make decisions without having to force the feelings in your heart aside."

I sighed again, leaning back against the arm of the couch, my voice holding lots of sarcasm," Well that's helpful."

He shrugged before smirking," I didn't say I'd give you helpful advice."

"Yeah...." I looked up at the ceiling, sighing for the third time today. "I think I'll go lay down, I can feel a headache coming."

He nodded in understanding, the action making a strand of dirty blonde hair fall in front of his pale green eyes.

I made my way up the stairs and into my room, plopping on my bed suddenly drained. I stared at the ceiling feeling the urge to play the piano for some odd reason. My mom had me help her move her old grand piano into the corner of my room, saying that I'd need it in the days to come and I didn't know what she meant until now. Piano was the first thing she taught me when they adopted me. At the time, I found it stupid but as I got older I fell in love with it. It felt like forever since the last time I played and my fingers itch to glide across the keys, so I stood up and sat on the piano bench.