[BROLIN/MERTHUR] "tell me we weren't just friends." he begged, his bright-blue eyes growing glossy as tears filled them. there was a short and silent pause between the two, almost as if the blonde had been hesitating to voice his thoughts. then, he...
"What are you doing here?" I pondered aloud, my heart thudding beneath my chest as my eyes were averted to look at anything else but his. Bradley took a sip of his expresso and started unwrapping his croissant that had soft drizzles of chocolate and vanilla frosting on top. I'm not going to lie, it did look tasty.
"I asked a friend of mine where I could get some coffee and relax for a bit, and this place was the first they mentioned." He responded, digging into his breakfast; his elbows perched on the edge of the table as he happily munched away.
I squinted my eyes, and gave him a look. "I highly doubt that. You couldn't have come here at the same time as I did by mere coincidence."
Bradley paused, swallowed his mouthful and placed his pastry down and looked up at me with an innocent look on his face. "No, I actually just moved back to London not too long ago. I came from the United States to back here." He sighed softly. "I thought it'd be nice to 'return to my roots' and spend some more time with my mother and father and baby brother before I got meddled up in Merlin."
I looked up until our eyes met each others, and an empty feeling filled my stomach. "Your mother and father? Do they live nearby?" I asked, attempting to keep the conversation alive and flowing. However, I slightly regretted it moments after I questioned, once Bradley threw me an odd, suspicious look. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so straightforward,-"
He cut me off.
"It's alright. They live not too far from the city. Perhaps a good hour or two drive from here to there would suffice." He said, smiling softly, taking another wholesome bite from his pastry. It'd almost been finished, and I had realized I hadn't touched my coffee yet. However, I nodded in advance.
"How are they? What are they like?" I pursued on, interested. The pit in my stomach grew bigger and emptier, and the weight of my both my mother and father's deaths began to rest heavily on my shoulders once again. I longed for them.
Bradley finished his pastry, crumpled it's wrappings into a ball and set it aside and took a long sip of his coffee. Then, he raised his nose to the ceiling, smacked his lips, and smiled; as if he were reminiscing old delightful memories of some sort.
"They're the sweetest old people-couple you'll ever meet. Their kindness shows no limits, and they were always happy in each others presence; always doing everything together. When one needed a hand, the other was there to grab it. It's quite lovely and inspiring, in fact. They were high-school sweethearts." The blonde turned to look at me and rested his chin on his palm, smiling warmly.
"It gives me hope that maybe I too someday might share such passionate and never-ending love with someone." I rested my elbows against the table as well, mimicking Bradley's position as I leaned closer, a smile barely shown on my lips—but there nonetheless. His story of his parents did sound sweet, after all. Who was I not to smile?
"But, as one of my favorite quotes says; 'Good things come to those who wait.' So, I wait. And I will until that good thing will hopefully come." He finished with a smile, looking at me with his bright, blue eyes. I couldn't help that my lips curled warmly into a smile in return. He was so hopeful and so.. genuine.
"So, what about you, Colin? What are you're parents like? Do you have any siblings?"
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AN; cut off at an odd spot, but i needed to or the chapter would have gotten too long. 💀 thanks for 67 views!! it means more to me than you think. (: -lily -1/07/19
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