October.
"I can't believe you're leaving so soon," My mother wept, refusing to let me go. "You just got here."
Yeah, and I expected things to be a little different, I thought inwardly to myself, but instead just smiled wholeheartedly at her and held her tighter.
Although they were the main reason why I had been missing for the past four years, it didn't mean that I didn't love them, anymore.
"I'm going to miss you, mom," I whispered into her hair, trying my hardest not to cry, not wanting to bawl completely in front of them both, so instead I let a tear slip out from the corner of my eye.
She then turned to Michael, giving him an understanding nod before pulling him in for a hug as well, whispering something in his ear that he nodded to. Since when did Michael get all buddy-buddy with my parents?
He and I still weren't on the best terms as of now, in fact, everything was a bit awkward. I wasn't one to be the 'bigger person', so I'd just have to wait until everything started to simmer down a bit. But I feel like we really hit something deep in our conversation two days ago, and it still wasn't healing itself.
"Bye, daddy," I sniffled, hanging onto my father's thin, short-sleeved paid shirt from the back, burying my face in the pit of his neck. "I love you both. I'll see you, ah, sometime."
He stroked my back comfortably yet awkwardly, before letting go and holding on to my mother's hand. I smiled, before reaching for my luggage, when Michael beat me to it.
"'Ere, I- uh, I got it, Tobes." He mumbled, taking both of the suitcases and stepping outside into the white covered road, stepping down the steps and handing them over to the taxi driver.
I watched his back, grinning, before turning back to my parents and giving them both kisses on their cheeks, before bidding them goodbye with one final wave.
Luke.
I think it was sad to say that I have spent the past few days when October wasn't around, in her apartment, rather than mine.
I only ever visited my place once, and that was to bring a duffel bag filled with an extra pair of clothes along with my toothbrush and other necessities. Other than that, I used her pillow and mattress and her sweater to hug at night, the scent of her coconut shampoo still lingering on the fabric, and I had the slight fear that if I kept sniffing it before I go to bed, it'll wear off.
I felt like a creep. But I guess that's what love does to you.
I was almost finished with the wall (managing to get a bunch of purple paint on her floor and the doorknob) but now, I was stressing tremendously.
But despite all of the difficult situations - one being that the paint was dark and permanent - she was coming home. And I couldn't be any more joyful than I am now; I could finally have that soft, warm skin in my reach, her forehead against my own and her sweet lips on mine.
Considering the fact that I had used her birthday present - paintbrushes - to help fix the wall of my emotions, I started to get anxious, because a) the present was for her to use, and b) I used it, minus the artistic talent and plus the sappiness and sentimental value and probably barf that will add to the Edelstein Mandarin. But hey, I'm up for new creations and experiences.
The only problem was that I was completely trapped out of my apartment (thanks to Calum who had taken my spare keys for himself) and I didn't have time to grab my phone charger, and now my phone was dead and I wasn't able to reply to any of October's messages.
