may shatter on impact (tronnor)

44. Welcoming Family & Unwanted Hugs

image at the top is their family tree, because it might be a little bit confusing :)

I found myself following Tyde out to the car early the next morning, leaving for Aunt Rosemary's house way earlier than necessary. "We want to spend the whole day with guys," she had insisted, "we haven't seen each other in so long!" And so Mum, who happens to hate her sister in law, had to agree to leaving around seven and arriving around eight and socializing with our entire family around eight thirty.

I had always let....let Tyler tease me about my family. Before I met his family, I had always thought mine was huge, two uncles and three aunts and four cousins, a grandmother and a niece. He had found out that was all there was to it and laughed because compared to his family, mine was nothing.

Now, as I stare at Aunt Rosemary's open arms, waiting for a hug, and the expectant blue eyes that seem to pierce through my shield of thin glass staring at me, waiting for touch, waiting for noise, waiting for normal, waiting for things that I can't give, waiting for things that Tyde can't give, it seems like the biggest family possible.

"Troye!" a three-year old girl squeals.

"'Sup," a brown haired boy who couldn't care less asks.

"TROYE! YOU HAVEN'T CALLED OR TEXTED IN AGES. WHAT HAPPENED?" a blonde girl screams at me.

"Hey, Troye!" a red haired woman, whose hair is obviously dyed, calls from three rooms away.

"Troye!" a brunette says, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"TROYE!" an uncle bellows, throwing his arms open.

Happy Thanksgiving, I whisper to myself. Happy goddamned Thanksgiving.