Mending A Broken Soul (Mavin)

Chapter Two: Decisions

Chapter Two:
Decisions

The next day, I decided to approach Geoff and Griffon about me moving out. Michael and I had talked about it last night and we had sorted out mostly everything. The only thing I needed to do now was get Geoff and Griffon on board with it.

So, after dinner, I pulled them aside and went over what I was gonna tell them quickly in my head.

"Alright Gav, I've got work to do so make it quick," Geoff said. I nodded and folded my hands over each other and looked at them dead on.

"I'm moving out," I told them simply.

Their reaction wasn't immediate. Geoff sat there staring at me for several moments and Griffon looked down, not meeting my gaze.
But after a few seconds, Geoff shook his head and Griffon looked back up.

"No you're not," Geoff said giving me a monotoned look.

"What?" That was the last thing I expected them to say.

"You're not moving out. It's only been a month since your last suicide attempt. I know your therapist said you're making progress but it's still too soon for you to go off on your own," Geoff told me.

"But I'm not gonna be by myself. Michael offered for me to move in with him," I told them. Griffon looked at Geoff before speaking.

"Gavin, we both know Michael and you very well. Are you sure you two are ready for this type of step in your relationship?" Griffon asked me. I nodded quickly, probably looking stubborn.

"I already basically live there. Besides, Michael is the reason I'm starting to get better," I explained.

Griffon and Geoff exchanged a look before looking back at me. Both of there eyes were full of confusion and sadness.

"Why are you doing this, Gavin?" Griffon asked me.

I tried to come up with an excuse as to why I wanted to move out. But everything I came up with didn't sound believable so I decided to go with the truth.

"Look, I'm a grown man. I need my own space without a family intruding. Or vise versa. Heidi's been going into my room and looking through my things to the point where she read something in my journal. We agreed we didn't want her to find out about my depression so if I moved out, she'd never have the chance to," I explained. Griffon nodded slowly and Geoff sighed, nodding after.

"We understand, Gav. We're gonna miss you though," Griffon said, getting up and hugging me. Geoff smiled and nodded, getting up and patting me on the shoulder.

"Heidi's gonna miss you especially," Geoff smiled. I nodded and figured I should do something special for her when I tell her.

So, the rest of my night was spent packing up my various things scattered about. I wasn't really trying to get everything packed quickly. Michael and I decided I'd be moving my stuff over there in about a week so I had plenty of time.

As I was going through the little things scattered about, I found a box stuffed in a corner of the room. Curiosity got the better of me as I pulled it out and peered inside.

There was papers. Lots of papers. Some smaller than others. Some sticky notes, some index cards, some lined pieces of paper. Each were handwritten with quick but delicate cursive/print handwriting.

I pulled one out and started reading.

I can't believe it's been a month since you were put into your coma. I still find myself texting you until I realize you're not gonna answer.
The doctor said you were making progress though. That your brainwaves were picking up which shows that you could be waking up soon. I hope you do. You've missed so much.
Well, Geoff's giving me that look that tells me I should actually get some work done. I miss you, Gav. Please wake up.