Myles POV
I can feel the tepid sunrays peek through the window. It’s already morning. But it’s not just a simple morning. It’s a very different morning. I slowly open my eyes and feel the sunrays over my skin. I grab my phone and as I unlock it, the alarm went wild.
“Go to the studio immediately!”
“Go to the studio immediately!”
“Go to the studio immediately!”
I forgot that I have that kind of alarm, I don’t know why I make that, in fact, it doesn’t help me either, it just make me remember all those things. Well, to reminisce what happened 12 years ago, this was the day when…
I curled up and bury my face in my old pillow. The one my brother gave me when I was 5 years old. And as long as I’m back to my senses, I can feel my lips shivering and wet. I’m crying again. I can’t help it. No, Myles Sandler. You’re not crying. It’s just some kind of way to express horrible feelings. You’re not gonna cry over your stupidity, right? Yeah, right.My mind warned me for about fifty times but it’s no use! My eyes just won’t listen to me. I sniffed so I can breathe easily but after a few seconds, I need to sniff again because as I tell you a while ago, my eyes won’t just listen to me! It keeps on releasing some kind of tears. Which is just so stupid. And now, I look like Rudolph. With a red nose and a horrible hair and a teary eyes. I think, I’m really am a rein deer. Just kidding! I know my joke is so horrible but try to understand me guys! I’m just trying to make myself laugh but in any other half, it’s not working. I just pretend to be strong and stood up. I make my way to the bathroom and fix my face. My sored face.
“No, Myles. You’re strong.” I said as I splash water directly at my face. After that, my face is all wet. My shirt kinda get wet, too. I look directly at the mirror and I see a teary-eyed, red nose, wet face, ugly girl standing in front of me. And it’s me. And as long as I know, I leaned my back and my head at the wall and closed my eyes. Trying to remember all those things I used to do with them…
Those moments that I treasure a lot. Especially now. Now that they were…
In some kind of place that I guaranteed that will make them safe. But really just so far away from us.
I grab my towel and run to the shower. I quickly open the shower and the water came pouring down straight to the top of my head. I try hard not to cry coz if my mom see me looking like these, I will just make her worry. So, I need to control this. I’ll just try imagining some good things I know. And after that, I grab my towel and cover myself up then I brushed my teeth and put my clothes on after. I go downstairs. I saw my mom in the garden, the place where they use to bond, tell some romantic lines and things like a happy couple do. I walked towards the window. She’s crying while holding a picture and gently hugging it. I just close my eyes. Stupid me. Why did it need to happened to us? Why us? We’re just a simple family. Why did it need to break us apart? What did we do? What did I do? And as long as I know it, a tear is forming in my eyes again. Until, it rolled across my face and all I need to do is wipe it and be strong enough. I just put my blazer on and get moving. After a few walks, I reached the studio. I’m here. And as I hold the big doorknob, I felt these kind of shiver in my body. There it is again. The effing god. I’m not gonna cry again! Please eyes! Not now. Please. I just open the door and ignore the shivers, I directly entered the studio. This big, old studio. I take off my blazer and hang it. And I go upstairs. As I went up, flashbacks and memories are starting to form in my mind again. And I try my best to control it. And I think, I just did it well. I went to my gallery to check my paintings when my eyes widen and my jaw dropped.
“Umm… Hey… I’m just checking your paintings… Umm, yeah… So… hey…”
Zayn’s POV
