Still A Flicker Of Hope [The Journey Of Love] || N.H

Chapter 2 - Get To Know Him Better (2)

Nathan's POV

"What- kind of disease, that, your mom, had?" She said it in a really careful voice.

I froze a bit. I was a bit mad but sad at the same time, I don't really like it when someone talks about my mom. It makes me feel anxious.

Right now, I just feel like punching her in the face and shut her mouth.

But I can't.

She's just a funny, caring, silly girl who just wanted to know me better.

I cleared my throat, adjusting my self a little bit making myself comfortable. I feel like I want to tell her, but doubts are running around my mind.

How if she hates me because of my mom?

How if she hates my mom?

How if she's not going to accept my family condition?

How if I loose her?

How if I haven't got the chance to tell her how I feel?

There's too many questions I have in mind.

"I-I  didn't mean to.. you know?" She paused, took be back to reality.

"Forget it. It's none of my business." She forced a smile and look away.

"She has a stroke." I led out.

"You- don't need to tell me.. It's alright." She smiled, assuring.

"I know. I want to." I look at her right in her beautiful light brown eyes, with perfect lightning from the sunshine that goes through the window.

"Okay." She said in a low voice, not letting go of my sight. Looking for something.

I look deeply into her eyes and to her tiny pink lips and back to her eyes. Feeling too close to her. Suddenly, the bus stopped. Made us both look away.

It's our stop. We're both supposed to go. But she froze before she suddenly stood up.

I looked up to see her face,

"Please, excuse me." She repeated. I have to stood up and step aside so she could walk out. Which I did.

I gulped, wishing that I dont make things awkward between us and hoping that we can still talk.

I made my way out after her, and give myself some distance from her. I can see her entering her house in a rush, not looking back at all.

What's on her mind?

Did I made her feel uncomfortable?

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"Ethaaan!!" A three year old screamed out my name before jumping unto my chest. I wrapped her tiny arms around my neck as I closed the door behind me. Hugging her tightly.

I hugged her so tightly like she's the most precious thing I could ever have. I'd do anything to protect her.

"Nathan?"  A weak voice called my name from the room. I quickly took my backpack off of my back with Quenna still hanging on me.

"M-Mom, Lay down!" I panicked as I saw my mom sat and try to get a glass of water from her night stand.

"I-mm feel bett-ter, nate." She stuttered. She usually can't even say an audible word. I know she's getting better since the beginning of the week, but I don't know why I'm still super worried. I just really don't know what I was supposed to do.