My Forever

Chapter Forty-eight: There are no purple elephants

Song: Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi

Chapter Forty-eight: There are no purple elephants

Sanity and happiness are an impossible combination.

In the past three weeks that Zane and I had been dating, I've been extremely happy. And now, the insane part comes in. I think about him when I wake up, in every class, when I go to bed. Is this love or an obsession? Someone tell me because I really need to know.

Although I had spent most of my time these last weeks absorbed in Zane, I still spent time with my friends too. Mostly Xander, but still.

Today was the day mum was leaving for her trip. I loved coming here every Saturday to talk to her. It was like writing diary entries. The bond the three of us shared was so strong that I could tell them anything. She wasn't surprised about Zane. She said she could tell by just looking at the two us. Like that made any sense. She was a little bothered about the car thing, but I assured her it was fine since it was just a one time thing and I was going to give it back once I saved up and got mine. She was glad we weren't holding any grudges on dad, but we already talked about that.

We filled her in on everything except Jaxon. I also didn't see it necessary to tell her I was finally back in contact with my cousin, Darien. He was a good friend of Shayna and I when we were younger. I lost touch with him a few years back, but he got in contact again. I asked him how he got my new number, and he just said Reveka. I didn't bother telling her because it wasn't important and she didn't bother bringing it up either.

We were at the hospital seeing mum off when I had a little chat with Dr. Wallace. He was smiling at where she stood at the counter talking to some of the staff.

"Do you love her?"

He snapped his head towards mine. "What?"

I repeated the question.

"A lot, but I don't think it's the right time with her ex-husband back and everything."

"How long?"

I didn't need to expatiate because he understood. "From the day she started working here, but I couldn't tell her or make a move on her because she was a married woman. I was there when he left her. I had come to drop some things she left because she rushed home that day. I was about to knock, but he just flung the door open, yelled at me about something I didn't quite understand and marched away. When I walked in, Shayna was crying her eyes out on the floor. And your mum. Your mum was breaking things."

I nodded and then muttered. "She wanted them to be broken like her." I understood because I did that. I destroyed things when I got home and Shayna told me he's never coming back. I couldn't even explain the betrayal and hurt I felt. The fact that I was able to forgive him was a decision I will never understand how I made. But it didn't mean I will ever forget. The family photos without him won't let me. The empty seat at the head of the table won't let me. And most especially, the void I felt when he left that was almost filling up won't let me. And I was okay with that. I was okay with that. I had no more tears left to cry.

He looked back at her, unsure of whether to comfort me or respect my personal space since I was lost in thought.

"So, what did you do?"

"Simple. The only thing I could. No questions. Just comfort."

I smiled at him. "Thank you."

He turned to me and smiled. "The fact that you don't seem to hate me for hitting on your mother is thanks enough." He teased.

I laughed a little, then Rev came up to us and cleared her throat.

"He better have a good reason for taking our mum about 8,000 miles away."