Love Overcast // (ManxMan)

=Chapter 20=

A/N: I want to point out that the above man hunk was indeed the voice for papa smurf. Just going to leave that thought out in the open...

[Sebastien]

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Fall

/fɔːl/ verb.

Move from a higher to a lower level, typically rapidly and without control.

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Sometimes I lay in bed and think about all the wrong goings that dating someone once again can bring. And make no mistake, priorities are important, just that the beginning of a relationship is always the most confusing bitch of a situation.

Sebastien: I am having dinner with Leonardo, keep warm, love you, I'll be home before 11.

Perhaps I shouldn't have disclosed the detail that I am dining with Leo, but it's not all bad to let him know that right? The boy is smart, I just don't want it to be a shock when I tell him I've been seeing Leo for a while now.

I am not proud of how we started talking, leave it to my family to play cupid and match make me without intending to do so. I would have thought that my second coming of love would be through my charm and charisma that comes from my every step...

But time and time again, I've been told that flirting is not my thing (by none other than Leonardo himself), despite wanting to be confident about it, there is no denying that I am shit at charming my way into someone's heart.

"Second date and you're already zoning out? Strong blow to my ego there Sebastien." Leo flicks a small card slotted into the menu of the restaurant at me. Upon seeing my frown, he does so too. I've come to learn that this man is a massive joker but also incredibly empathetic and picks up on emotions like a metal detector. "What's wrong big guy?"

"Nothing, just that Skylar hasn't gotten back to me."

Leonardo has a firm grasp of my family by now, he hasn't met all of them individually but I've mentioned things about most of them and he seems very impressed with the way fate has match made all of us to be in the same vein somehow.

The aftermath to the day at Leo's apartment just a week ago didn't really propel our relationship more than what the kiss had already done. I smashed the lock he had told me to smash, not very surprisingly made a dent in the floor and left it at that with a shattered piece of plastic and metal. Apparently he keeps a mallet in his studio because he had built one of the display cupboards at one point and never bothered taking it out of there.

I am also pleased to find out that he is just as proud as I am about building a piece of furniture on his own with no help. Only him and his craftsmanship. Just about as proud as when my children graduated from high school.

The memory leaves a bittersweet film in my mouth, or perhaps it's the ginger ale. I remember so clearly that day when I had run out into the rain, screaming Skylar's name like a maniac in a suit. I was livid that he didn't leave so much as an explanation after he said "I am never coming home again." It sort of reminds me of his lack of response right now, I can't deny the slight apprehension just below my stomach.

After all sorts of reflection, my marriage with Grace had plunged into the red very quickly. Every passing day I would seem to come to a brand new conclusion about the wrongs I have imposed on Skylar, and for 6 years the mistakes I've made kept coming up with every thing I did. Every single day I come to a new discovery, even now I still recall the toxic memories.

The frown on Leo's face resembles my own. He seems to know when I dwell too much on a past that I haven't shared with him, but it's no secret that something seriously fucked up had happened at one point in my life. Or many points of my life.