Ancient History/Future Hearts

Reunited

"what did you just say"

i couldn't believe my ears. i am pretty sure my mouth was now fully open, my jaw dropped to the floor, but i wasn't really paying attention to what was happening to my body. i was busy scanning those green/hazel eyes - eyes i knew way too well, eyes i could tell weren't lying. i just couldn't believe it.

that was honestly the most i-don't-even-know-how-to-describe thing that had happened to me in ages.

but let me quickly give you a recap of what had happened that day so maybe you can understand how i was feeling at that specific moment.

- 10 HOURS BEFORE-

my alarm went off at 4.30. i'm not even joking. why the hell one must wake up at that ridiculous time in the middle of the night, you might ask. well there was a reason. and that same reason made me jump to my feet and run to the bathroom to take a quick shower. i was going home. i hadn't been home since christmas but he hadn't been there. i was seeing him again after almost a year. i stepped out of the shower and took a quick glance in the mirror. this is it. i went back to the main room, a tiny little hole with a bed, my desk - which was also my dining table - and a small kitchenette. i hated and loved that place at the same time but leaving it felt weird.

i sighed and went straight to the chair where i had diligently put the clothes i had picked for today the night before. it was nothing special. a black tee and my skinny ripped jeans. nothing special but i liked it. it was so me. my tattoo sleeve was showing which was good cause i loved it. i had it done during my first year in LA. it covered the entirety of my right arm. on the other arm i usually wore loads of bracelets so there was no point in getting tattooed there because nothing would be seen anyway. i put my hair in a sort of bun but many tufts were out. my blonde/brown hair with caramel highlights fell almost to my shoulders but it was a choppy cut so it was impossible to have a nice tidy bun. i was okay with that though. i started putting on some make up. it was nothing too hard to do, black wings and mascara. no lipstick cause i hated it.

i then decided to have something to eat but at soon as i opened up the fridge a sense of nausea invaded my body. too nervous. eating = no good. "i'll just buy something at the airport i guess" i told myself out loud. i was used to talk to myself that way and i honestly didn't care what others thought. He understood me. i didn't need to pretend with him. he just never judged. God i had missed him.

i was in fact seeing the people i loved the most in the whole wide world for the first time in forever. why? because i was on the fucking other side of the country that's why. but i wouldn't have moved away if it hadn't been necessary. after graduating from high-school i had to pack up my things and leave my little home in Tampa, Florida, and move to Los Angeles. that's right. that's in the damn california, that's almost 3 thousands miles away from home. the decision to leave was not easy. i remember a lot of crying and arguments and more crying from both me and mom. i remember telling her i hated her. but that's in the past. my mom had her reasons and so did i. after dad disappeared God knows where, no wonder mom didn't want to be abandoned again. i, on the other side, had been given the opportunity of a lifetime - a scholarship in one of the most important universities in the whole country. i wanted to do something good with my life and i wanted mom to be proud of me. and i needed money. we wouldn't be able to live on the misery she earned. dad's left us in a total mess. i needed my degree so that i could start working for real and get myself and mom out of that precarious condition. it's not that we didn't have any money, but i was always scared it would run out at a certain point. that wasn't allowed to happen.

i was so deep in my thoughts that i didn't noticed the time passing by. it was almost 5.10 when i slammed the front door shut and ran towards my cab. i was finally ready to go home.