"I just wanna know how she's doing."
Matthew
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It's been a whole day of me sitting in the car and wondering about how she's doing. I hope everything is alright with her and her parents, she deserves the best. All day yesterday I was moping, I wouldn't touch any food and tears seemed to constantly stain my cheeks.
Every little thing reminded me of her. I saw two toddlers on the way to our new home, and they resembled a version of me and her when we were younger. Her favorite color seems to stand out in everything now, and it makes me so happy when I see it. It might be my favorite color now, too.
"Honey, you alright?"
My thoughts were disrupted as my mom knocked on the door. I groaned quietly and got up, opening the door for her to come in. I quickly went back to the bed, and went back to burying myself in the blankets. It didn't take long for us to get settled surprisingly.
"It's been a day and it already smells like my boy!" My mom joked, her cheeks becoming apple sized as she smiled. She came and sat down on my bed, rubbing my back.
"Why does my son look so sad?" She asked me, trying to provide comfort. I wanted to be left alone at this point. It seems like isolation helped the most.
"I'm fine mom," I grumbled, laying face down on the bed.
"You're not, Matthew," This was the first time, in a long time really, that I've heard her call me
something apart from son or boy. "Is it about Alena?"Hearing her name made my heart swell. I wonder if everyone experiences this heart feeling, or if I'm just dying slowly. A heart attack doesn't seem bad right now, I'd love to be put put out of misery.
"How'd you know?" I asked, trying to act oblivious to the fact that I cried more than three hours after we left home. It wasn't that hard to know that I've got a broken heart.
"You listen to me Matthew," She grasped my hands in her and sighed. "I've seen the way you look at her. I've known ever since you were a small child that this girl, would be your destiny. And I feel terribly bad that your father and I had to strip that from you, but you have to understand where we're coming from."
I nodded my head gently, remembering all the times they'd have to call the cops because our house had been vandalized — Even the cops didn't care though, they turned a blind eye. No one liked the breeders ruining their perfect straight neighborhood masked with white picket fences and dull colored houses.
"I know mom, believe me I do. I just, I can't help but.. hurt? I don't know if that makes sense, but I physically feel sick whenever I begin to think about her." I rambled, feeling my heart churn in my chest. It felt like a tightening really, where my emotions would stir and I would just feel a tug.
"My sweet young boy," My mom ruffled my hair, probably making me look like I was thirteen again. "You have a lot of life ahead of you, darling. If fate wants you to meet up with Alena in the future, then you will. For now, get some rest. Try to take your mind off it, alright? I'm gonna get you some fruit."
And then she was gone. She had went down to the kitchen to grab me fruit, a remedy that she had been using for ages. It seemed to always cure stress.
I looked up at the ceiling, one arm behind my head and the other relaxed on my stomach.
"I just wanna know how she's doing," I whispered to myself.
And then it clicked.
I jumped out of my bed and scurried over to my phone, quickly powering it on. I flung my fingers past the contact list I had containing a few people, and gasped silently when I clicked on hers. It was ringing!
"Hello, Hello? Matthew?"
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