Breathe your last

Chapter 4: Dinner dates Part 2

Dans Point of View

I led Hazel up to my room opening my large window. I stepped onto the narrow ledge outside. By now she was cussing me out trying to get me back inside and I simply laughed.

"Just follow my lead", I said. I grabbed onto the gutter above me and hoisted myself onto the roof. She stepped out onto the ledge and I pulled her onto the roof next to me.

I lay down onto my back propping my hands behind my head and she mimicked my position. I stared up into the vast array of stars and sky above me.

"I come up here to enjoy the view." I tell her.

"It's beautiful," she responds in awe and I smile at how she appears to appreciate the simple things.

"Your parents, they were divorced?" I ask. I had the urge to know more about the girl next to me.

"Yea. Long ago." She states.

"Wanna talk about it?" I ask looking over at her and she smiles.

"Well the sad not so interesting story of my life," she begins and I smile. "Interesting to me" I say and she returns my smile. She averts her gaze back towards the stars and I do the same.

"Well my mom, like I said was stiff. Strict in a sense, plain old boring. Almost as if she was lost, or broken. Then my dad came along and fixed her in a sense. Found her. She became light hearted over time. Started to enjoy life more. Her smile was brighter and her laugh was louder." I look over at her and see a distant look in her eye, as though she is using this small moment to live in the past. And as I realised she was losing herself to reality, I was beginning to feel as though I was too.

"Then as time passed, my mom stayed out later, her laugh became more forced and her smile never reaches her eyes anymore. She was sinking back into the depression she was in before my dad came along. We were out one weekend, me and my dad, camping. We decided to surprise my mom and go home a day early. We walked into my parents room and there was my mom, cheating on my dad in his own bed."

"Who was she cheating on him with?" I ask.

"Her best friend."

"Well your dad must of been pissed with guy."

"Girl."

"Oh," I say shocked. I didn't know what to say to that.

"And of course my dad blamed himself for the fact that he couldn't keep her happy let alone straight," she continues.

"How did you feel? About your moms.... sexual preferences?" I ask trying to decide on the right words to use.

"Oh I didn't mind. I just didn't like how she couldn't have waited to atleast divorce my dad. I knew she was cheating on him what with the late nights and early mornings. I didn't expect it to be she though", she says.

"You seem unaffected" I state noticing the rehearsed tone in her voice, almost humour.

"I came to terms with it a long time ago," she says, and I could understand that.

"So why did you choose your dad?" I ask.

"I always loved my dad more. I stayed with my mom the first 3 months but I couldn't anymore. I wanted to be happy to. So I moved to Africa with my dad."

"How did your mom die?" I ask.

"She was a smoker. Her amount and variety that she smoked increased and her lungs caved."

I didn't want to say sorry. I knew at some points it was simply an insult.

"What about you?" She says looking over at me.