Mistakes ||Sequel to Party||

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Charlie's POV:
I sit on the couch between my mum and my sister. I'm leaning back against my mum and she's embracing me in a hug while silently playing with my hair. We're watching a movie about a woman with a daughter that falls in love with a man, and at the same time her daughter falls in love with a boy at her school. It's really romantic.
Some scenes keep reminding me of Leo though.

When the movie starts to end, I can't help but break down in tears. Like you've already noticed, I'm totally broken. Mum hugs me tighter and Brooke crawls up in my lap, hugging me too.
I don't even know how many times I started to cry during the next day.

Leondre's POV:
Me and mum have talked more during those last hours than we've done in like four years. It feels amazing though. Now I finally have someone who cares, I finally have a mother. I even almost stop thinking of Charlie for a while, but it doesn't take many minutes until his face is haunting my mind again.

It's a big change to sit and eat dinner with my mother while we're having a normal conversation though. And some people might think that it's weird that I just forgave my mum for everything she has done, but I have no other choice. This is my only place to stay and... if mum wants to show her nice side for once, then why don't take chance and enjoy the little time she wants to show it.
She also told me that dad had left her. Not that he cared about us anyway, but I think that that maybe made her realize that everything she had was gone. And the only way for her to get it back was to change.

The following days me and Charlie don't talk at all. I don't even know if he's okay.
It has now been three days since our fight and I just miss him so much, even though he probably doesn't miss me. And although I have my mum, Charlie was the one who made my life complete. He saved my life. But without him, I don't see a reason to keep walking on this Earth. School starts tomorrow too and I don't know if I can handle it...

I sit down at my desk in my room and start writing a poem, like I always do when I'm sad, angry, upset or even happy. The emotions just flood through the pencil and form words on the paper. It's amazing, really.

Charlie's POV:
I don't wanna eat, I don't wanna sleep, I don't wanna play computer games, I don't wanna talk to Harvey, I don't wanna talk to my mum, I don't wanna talk to Brooke, I don't even wanna breathe. Why am I still here?
I never knew that love could be so fucking depressing.

My mum called a therapist and tried to get me to talk to the woman, but I refused. Then she booked a time at the therapist, but I didn't go there. There's nothing wrong with me, there's nothing that they can do about it. It's just that a part of me is ripped out. It's gone. And it is a big piece, an important piece. Like if you have a house and take away the wall, then the house will surely fall apart.

Mum has tried several times to tell me stories about her own heartbreaks. But this isn't a heartbreak, no, it's something so much bigger. It's like a heart attack. It's like I'm really sick and already lost my last chance to live.

Leondre's POV:
I wake up. It's Monday morning and my alarm clock is ringing. Back to the old days. But this time it was different. There was no one shouting at me to turn the alarm clock off, nobody who told me that I was going to get late even though it was a whole hour until school would actually start, nobody who told me how fucking worthless I was. Nothing. It is just quiet.

I turn off the alarm clock and slowly get out of bed while scratching my eyes and letting out a big yawn. I get dressed and walk downstairs to see my mum sitting at the dinner table, smiling at me as I walk into the room.
"Good morning, Leo." She says, looking up from the newspaper she's reading. She takes a sip of her coffee and then places the cup back in front of her on the table.
"Good morning, mum." I smile back, scratching my hair.

"I made some toast, do you want some?" She asks.
"Yeah, sure." I answer and sit down on the chair on the opposite side of the table. She watches me as I take a toast and start putting butter on it. I put some cheese on it too, and then pour up milk into a glass. She continues to watch me as I start to eat.
"What?" I ask, looking up at her. I meet her eyes, she smiles.
"Nothing, I just... I just love that you're finally here again, I love your presence." Mum smiles, taking another sip of her coffee. I smile back.

But I get a feeling that there's something else bothering her. I finish my sandwich and look up at her again. She still looks at me, but this time she looks concerned and thoughtful. I just sit there and look back at her, waiting for her to start talking.
"Leo..." She says suddenly after a while. I take a quick look at the clock on the wall. It's 6:10, half an hour until I have to go to the bus stop.
"Yeah?" I reply, looking back at her.

"Why did you come back...?" She asks carefully. I see the sadness in her eyes and I immediately know that we're going to have one of our emotional moments that we have had much of those last few days. I gulp quietly as I think of a way to tell her. Then she continues. "I mean, where is Charlie?"