Hartley's P.O.V
Today was going to be my get my shit back in the game day. I was going to be fine. I was going to wake up, make breakfast for Ma and I and go to school, hopefully my best friend and my girlfriend will be waiting for me once I got there. And it did start off as a good day, I had got up to my alarm with a good feeling in my chest, I had a shower and I got dressed then after brushing my teeth.
However, as I finished getting to go down and cook breakfast, I had noticed something. While looking in the mirror, I had noticed that my pale skin was more paler then it has ever been. My eyes looked sad and depressed. Depressed blue hollow eyes. I squeezed them shut as I clenched my fists.
I thought this was going to be a good day, you were going to get back in your shit. I didn't want to make my best friend and girlfriend feel sad for me anymore, I never wanted their sympathy or anyone else's.
Spending over twenty minutes in the bathroom trying to hype myself up and trying to get myself situated so I wouldn't break down in front of Ma while cooking us breakfast. "Take a deep breath" I speak to myself, "think of Poppy.. think of her smile and her laugh" I continue whispering these words to myself until I started to feel my fists un clench itself and my eyes being opened.
Taking one last deep breath and exhaling, I made my way out my bathroom before grabbing my bag that was leaned beside my bedroom door and I had slung it around my shoulder as i made my way out my bedroom. Walking along the hallway I couldn't help but look at the pictures that is hung on the wall. Pictures of Ma and I. My breath hitches in my throat as I close my eyes and willed myself to keep moving.
I walked the rest of the way down the hallway and once I got to the kitchen entrance, a sight shocked me. My Ma cooking breakfast but also my beautiful girlfriend sitting at our dining room table. I just stood there as I thought of this being a dream because this was the exact image I had walked into when it was my birthday.
I didn't say anything but just looked at them. They weren't talking but the atmosphere around them were..comfortable and nice to be around.
I felt my heart constrict as I look back at my girlfriend to see her attention was already on me. She didn't greet me but just stared at me with a small smile. Waiting for me to feel comfortable enough to step through the kitchen and to greet them. After a minute she had given me a soft nod and I felt myself step through as my feet took me to her.
She fully smiled at me now as she got out from her seat before meeting me halfway and wrapping her arms around my neck.
I closed my eyes as I breathed her in but also the devine smell from my mother's cooking. I leaned in and leaned our foreheads together. "Good morning Bubba" she whispered and I smiled in bliss as she then softly pecked my lips two times before hugging me into her. "Good morning Pop" I whisper in her neck before kissing it and rubbing her waist. I then stepped away from her as I looked at Ma to see her looking at the both of us with a smile on her face.
How could see smile when knowing she'd be gone in a few months time? She wouldn't be enjoying life anymore as she's always preached that she loves life. "Well don't I get a morning hug?" she spoke through her southern belle motherly voice and I forced out a smile as my heart cried tears.
I felt Poppy's encouragement as she rubbed my lower back and I chuckled as I walked around the dining table and over to Ma.
Once I was close to her she smiled wide as she turned off the stove and pulled me in, but more gentler and in a fragile way. Even she knew that she was fragile. I hugged her gently into me before we broke away and I swore I caught a lone tear trailing down her cheek but she had turned around so fast for me to acknowledge if it was true or not.
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