Flick of the Wrist ↠Maylor↞✔

I20I - Something Missing

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I wake up slouching on the sofa, and as my eyes slowly flutter open due to my phone's alarm, the first thing I remember is Brian's smile, his smell and floating into it, his embrace, his stupid laugh, and even his taste. I almost want to wish it was one of those mornings where he would wake me up by kissing my forehead and whispering compliments I would have never believed to be true.

He would force me to believe stuff like how pretty my eyes were, how soft my hair was, or how hot of a kisser I was for the time being. And it felt like it went on forever just being there in his arms and it felt nice. But this was back when I believed him.

My alarm rings nonstop but before I bother shutting it off I turn my wrist to how to look at the letters that display, "Br"
Like it's back at the beginning when I was more confused than I had two letters of Brian's name but now I know exactly why it looks the way it does. But the letters aren't gone, and I wish they were. I wish that they didn't exist either.

I finally snatch my phone and shut it off, a new sound I start to hear. I naturally assume that now instead of blasting music Fred is now playing a ballad on his piano as it's muffled by the walls from what I can hear.

He hasn't played very much recently so it is music to my ears, not just in a literal sense. I read the time bright on my phone that it's 7 and I have to start getting ready for class, and sadly, I have a shift after that.

There aren't any new messages even though I was expecting there to be maybe an angry or disappointed text from Bri, but nothing. Proving I was right when there was a small part of me that wanted myself to be wrong but it looks as though he has given up very easily. I've lost hope now as well.

All tiring as I shut my eyes again, smelling the aroma of the herbal tea I hadn't finished from last night and it is floating around and I have to admit that it's becoming irritating. Like being used twice at one time, like not being to wear my own clothes for a whole month.

I set my phone down and decide to go empty the cup in the kitchen so Freddie will have fewer things on his back when I leave. And then I walk down the hall slowly and rubbing my eyes awake then I stumble into Fred's bedroom.

He stops playing and turns his head with a kind smile, obviously trying to treat me delicately, "Morning, Rog. How was your rest?"

I loudly yawn and walk over to his closet and pulling the wood doors open I swipe through what of Fred's clothes would be the best for today. "It was rest to be fair... so pretty good." I sort out a pastel blue hoodie at the end and I won't hesitate to pull it off the hanger because of how subtle it is compared to the rest of his clothes.

Freddie trails his hand and presses a few random keys as I turn around to give him a simple look before going around him to his drawers full of trousers and shorts. "Have you decided to call the police yet?"

He asks me this every other morning because it turned to instead of wanting to fight Cory and I refused, Freddie went to the last resort to start trying to convince me to file a report against Cory. He wants me to properly gather my things and move somewhere. My plans with Brian ended up falling through so now I feel helpless.

I know Fred would probably allow me in with open arms but I don't want to be a burden on his back especially if he's starting to make up with John I don't want to ruin that for them.

"Eh- I'll see when I get to that point to decide."

"When's that point going to be?"

I fish out a long pair of light-colored jeans and I close his drawer, leaving him without an answer as I walk to the bathroom connected to his bedroom and stand in the doorway, "I'll be right out."