Teach Me ⚣ Victuri

•City Lights•

The blaring sound of my choppy alarm blasted against the walls of my small bedroom at exactly 5 a.m.

My whole body protested the sound as I lifted the covers above my head and shut my eyes to block it out.

Which was a whole lot easier said than done.

I was the farthest thing away from a morning person.

In fact, I wasn't really a waking up person at all.

But I knew I sure as hell was not gonna drive or walk to Russia.....

So......

The only solution was a sinfully early plane departure.

...................

I slowly rolled out of the warmth of my covers and put on the warmest clothes I had because I remembered Russia's painful weather.

How could I forget?

It was so bad it made Hasetsu look like a haven for summer.

I walked into the kitchen and saw my mom, the closest thing to a morning person, sitting on the counch drinking her coffee.

"I really am surprised you got up. I figured I would have to pry you from your bed with my bare hands."

"Well, when adventure calls."

I stood there, my suitcase in hand as a small, weak smile spread across my tired features.

She immediately got up and held me close to her.

I knew it hurt her to have to let go of me and send me back to the one place we didn't think we'd go back to.

But when you love someone, you do what's best for them, I guess.

"Honey, I'm so proud of you."

"I'm really gonna miss you," I said as I buried my head into her strong shoulders.

"Oh stop, you're making me blush."

"Ugh, ew," I said as I stepped back to look into her eyes.

Eyes that looked so sad and happy at the same time.

"I can't even tell you how much I'll miss you love. But, on the bright side, Mr. Sukio and I have the whole house to ourselves now," she said as she gave me an unsettling eyebrow wiggle.

"God, I definitely don't regret going to Russia after that statement."

And we just stood there and laughed, enjoying the little amount of time we had left together.

"God, you look so handsome in your winter coat! Those Russian men are gonna be craving Japanese food when you stroll into town."

"Sometimes I wish you were a homophobic."

"Wah! Take that back!"

"Never."

And then we were silent.

I wanted to ask her how she felt about Dad coming back into our lives, or at least mine.

I wanted to ask her how she felt about not coming back to Russia with me, her hometown I knew she loved and missed.

And I wanted to ask her if she would be okay.

But, I would only be gone for 7 weeks and I fortunately had a lifetime to get the answers to those questions.