Old Love Dies Hard (spinoff of life happens)

Chapter XXXI - I Love You

People say that there are two types of anger.
One is the anger where you cry and your voice shakes. This anger shows that you care and are still hurting.

The other type of angry is when you are plain angry and there is a stiffness in your voice, that anger is when you know you're done with their shit.

Right now, quite expectedly, it's the first type of anger.

Just as I saw Mason I froze.
I didn't know what to do.
Was I imagining things?
Was my mind playing tricks on me?
But he seemed so real.
I could reach out and touch him, maybe even hug him.

But I didn't do any of that.
I ran to my room and shut the door behind me.

My body slid down to the floor and I realized that he was here.

There is a volcano erupting inside my body. I'm happy that he's here, I want to hold onto him and never let him fade away. But then again, there's a recurring sadness inside me, it's almost like this sadness is a part of me now.
It keeps knocking on the doors of my brain like an intruder and I try to push it back but it keeps breaking in, and I always succumb to it.

The doorknob turns and I take a deep breathe, knowing who it is and bracing myself for it.

He comes inside and sees me sitting beside the door.
He too closes the door and sits beside me

Moments pass and none of us says a thing. We just stare ahead, towards the window and beyond, where the stars are twinkling and the moonlight is bright, indicating that the world is so much bigger than what is going on in an apartment in some stupid street of Canada.

I cogitate on whether to speak or not, whether to break whatever kind of uncomfortable silence this is and accept the cold truth.

"You are a brave man, Mason" I whisper

Maybe my whisper is just enough for him to break down because that is what he does.

His shoulders shake with what can only be described as heartbreak in the form of tears.
To believe that this vulnerable person in front of me is Mason Rogers, my Mason, is harder than I anticipated.

"Mason please stop. It's okay. She loved you" I comfort him

"No she couldn't, Amna. I'm the worst son ever" he says, his voice breaking again and I shift to sit in front of him.

"And who says that? You?" Not a chance" I sigh
"Mason please look up" I plead with a very soft tone, like I'm talking to a little child.

He hesitantly looks up and I see that he hasn't slept in days. His eyes are puffy, his nose is red, his whole face is blotchy, yet, for some weird reason that is beyond me, I still find him attractive.

"Mason she loved you. You were her son and you were a very good son. Even the strongest people break down in situation like these, it's okay" I comfort him

"Like?" He asks

"Oliver Queen" I say and my eyes quickly widen.
What is freaking wrong with me? Oliver queen?
Literally?
That's the best I could do to comfort him?
Give him an example of a non existing vigilante?

"Why do you care? You weren't even there" he says and his words hit me like an arrow, no pun intended.
Of course he is taking out his anger on me

There are a few moments of heavy and guilty silence.

"The ceremony was beautiful" I tell him and he widens his eyes at me