light headed | boyxboy

dos|2|deux

early morning rays of sunshine slant through the blinds of my glass window.

london's pouring wrath has disappeared for now. there are a few clouds in the sky from what i can see from my new bed, but it's mild. my room is spacious, like the house itself, and not because we haven't bothered to move in all the furniture. the walls are titanium white, which is even brighter against the navy carpet.

the smell of breakfast wafts up the stairs to my room. rolls, fruit and most likely churros, which are vali's favourite. i pull a pillow over my head abruptly, muffling a yawn. in the rush of the day, it's been hours since i last ate anything. the idea of food makes me feel sick.

"jacques?"

i blink, pushing the pillow off. papá smiles at me, leaning against the wooden frame of the door.

"buenos días", i greet him in spanish. it's my preferred language, but both of my parents insist i practise english. really, my english is next to perfect, aside from occasionally blanking out on random words.

"good morning!", papá replies, walking forward and holding out a hand, which i take and sit up out of bed.

papá is cheerful, always positive and smiling. we are so alike: dark hair, brown eyes and olive skin. we're both short, but i have grown taller in the past year. there's a small collection of dark freckles around my nose and dimples that look like craters in my cheeks.

"i made coffee. your favourite kind. come, it smells exactly of home", papá's smile lines crinkle at the corner of his eyes. home. i cave in at the word. my appetite has waned from anxiety, but i do miss home.

the coffee tastes like happiness.

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