Regrets For Ages

The Hidden Façade

                                                                                *Oliver POV*

I don't know what came through me when I saw a girl named Rose bring me to America. I don't know what possessed me to come to America anyways. I guess I didn't want my English class to go to waste.

"Mam, talodd rhywun am fy nhrosglwyddiad!" I told my mom when I arrived home after hearing the news. (translated: "Mother, someone paid for my transfer!")

"Nid yw fy arglwydd, fachgen, dim ond oherwydd bod eich tad wedi marw, yn golygu bod yn rhaid i chi ddianc. Mae'n well ichi aros am yr angladd neu nid ydych chi'n dod yn ôl i Gymru erioed." She shouted in response. (translated: "My lord, boy, just because your father died, doesn't mean you have to escape. You better stay for the funeral or you're not coming back to Wales ever.")

"We can speak in English now, Mother. We're free from whatever dumb rules Father made up!"

"Fine, but you're praying at your father's grave to make up for this."

What felt like three years later, I arrived at the airport, feeling pumped that I got to leave the house. With my Dotiply streaming, I prepared for flight.

A loudspeaker nearby spoke in English first, then Welsh saying that my plane was leaving in 10 minutes. Mother and Dio, my younger brother, waited by the gate with my backpack, where I told them to stay.

"Brofer, you're coming back, wight?"

"Of course, Dio!" I ran my finger on his widow's peak, tickling his ear, then kissing his cheek. "I'll miss you too, of course. I'm sure Rose would love to meet you." I had been telling him for the past week that I was going to live with a high school student in America while I went to college, which was technically true. What I didn't tell him was my intent to fall in love with an American girl while I was there.

I stood up to wish Mother goodbye. There were tears running down her cheeks. "Just go, Boy. Feel free to come back with a lady friend." She teased and proceeded to shove me through the gate.

"Bye, mom!" I waved my hand weakly as I moved closer to my ultimate fate. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and started playing some random song on my Liked Playlist. I don't remember anymore, but whatever it was, it made me feel sane. 

Once I got myself arranged in the seat, I watched time fly by through the sky, looking out my window for hours on end. It was relaxing, to say the least. 

Once I arrived at the New York City airport, I waited for my next plane and texted the girl that I wanted to call my own, or better know as Rose Quintin. 

It was around 6 in the morning when I received the answer from Rose. I had connected to a local restaurant's connection. 

She explained how she would be at school til 2:30 pm and was ready to leave for the bus at that point. She told me to meet at the hair shop after 3 that evening to show me around town. I was happy because this gave me ample time to catch up and sleep and adjust to the time zone. 

At 3 pm, I arrived at the address Rose told me to meet at. This beautiful girl with a burgundy bob and this swagger in her step that one couldn't ignore. Then I realized this was the girl I was living with. 

Oh, God! Please forgive for this, but she was so damn beautiful I almost fell over to worship her, I'm serious. 

I muttered a few words so only she could hear. Her face turned bright red, and I could feel mine do the same. I'm not gonna regret this, am I?