Tuesday, 3 July 2018

Oh Brother Episode 40-42

I hummed happily as I stirred the ravioli I was making. It was almost ready and I couldn’t wait to serve it to Christian and I. With it being a surprise, I found myself grinning as the delicious smell wafted over me.
Everything was good. We were happy, my friends were happy, and that was as much as I could ever ask for. Even if my relationship had to be a secret and my mom hated me, I was satisfied with my life for once. So satisfied, that I was making my dad’s favourite – ravioli.
Seeing that the ravioli was almost ready, I turned the heat down on the stove. Going to the nearest cabinet, I opened it and searched for two plates. But to my shock, there was only one available plate. I frowned, glancing at the sink that was filled with dishes. It seemed like my mom had forgotten to do them.
Sighing, I wondered what to do. Washing the dishes was the simple answer, but I wasn’t in the mood to do a chore my mom was supposed to do. I didn’t want to help her in any way, so there was no way I’d do that. But now, I didn’t know what to do.
Staring at the cabinet, I wondered if there was another plate I could use. One of the new ones or one of the old ones. There seemed to be no old ones though, and the new ones were still in packaging. Disappointment began to fill me as I realized I probably had to wash the dishes, but then I spotted a single plate. A plate I had forgotten about – my mom’s favourite plate.
My eyes widened as I stared at it and its beautiful, clear, glass glory. It was her favourite plate that had a significance that left me touched. Her grandma had given it to her for her wedding, saying that it was blessed by a priest. My mom used it on the day of her wedding, and never again because of its value. It was something she truly cherished too.
As I stared at the plate, I thought about pretending it wasn’t there. I thought about washing the dishes, but that was when my mind reminded me that my mom was a horrible person. My brain told me that I was an idiot if I was going to help her instead of using her dish, just because it had such a sentimental value to her. After everything she did to me, it would be stupid of me.
Reaching for the plate, I thought about what a good person would do. She would wash the dishes, knowing that a single plate meant the world to the person who hated her. I smirked, realizing it was too bad that I wasn’t a good person.
I grabbed the plate and held it in front of me, admiring it. It was beautiful in its own pure, shining way. I would definitely let Christian use it. He deserved such an honour.
Too busy staring at it, I didn’t hear the front door shut. I didn’t hear footsteps coming my way. That was why I was completely thrown off guard when I heard the shriek. With my surprise, the glass plate then slipped out of my hands and tumbled to the ground, shattering at impact. I gasped and before I could do anything, I was yanked away from the plate.
“What have you done!” My mom screamed, crouching down to where the glass shards remained.
With my eyes still wide, I froze. I couldn’t process what happened. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I had destroyed my mom’s prize possession, and she had seen it. I was done for.
“Autumn!” she screamed. “What is wrong with you!”
Watching her touch a shard, I suddenly felt guilty. She looked miserable and lost as she stared at the shard that was now on her palm. It was like she lost something that meant the world to her, and maybe she had. I had to take my blame.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “I didn’t mean to break it.”
“I don’t care,” she snapped, dropping the shard and getting up.
She turned to face me with her hands clenched into fists. Anger was radiating off of her and I internally braced myself for her incoming wrath. Unlike before, I felt like I would deserve this. With guilt clenching at my heart, I would allow her wrath.
“Why in the world did you touch my plate! The one my dead grandma gave me!” she shouted.
I looked down. I didn’t want to talk back.
“Answer me!” she snapped at that.
I looked back up and mumbled, “There weren’t any other plates.”
“And that gave you the right to touch my plate?” She stepped closer to me. “You stupid child. There are dishes in the sink. Are you too lazy to wash them yourself?”
My eyes returned to the ground. She had never been this harsh to me, and a part of me wanted to leave. I wanted nothing more than to run outside and get away from her wrath, but my feet were glued to the ground. For some reason, the guilt was too much.
“Your dad is looking down at you right now with disgust,” she continued. “You shattered the one thing that kept me and him linked. Useless and clumsy is what we both think of you.”
At those harsh words, tears filled my eyes. I couldn’t look up as I clenched my hands into fists, realizing why I felt so bad. My dad had loved this plate, just like my mom. Its beauty was the one thing my mom and dad could truly agree on. She was right, he was probably looking down on me in shame. It hurt to think about it.
“What’s going on?”
My head flew up at the low voice I loved. With my eyes growing wide, I watched as Christian made his way towards my mom and I. As his eyes landed on me, I saw shock and sadness flash before his eyes. Before I knew it, they then hardened as he glared at my mom.
“Your wonderful, useless sister broke my plate,” my mom simply replied. “She’s such an idiot.”
“Don’t say that!” Christian snapped, stepping in front of me. “Don’t you dare talk about her like that!”
Both my mom and I’s eyes widened. I would never expect him to talk to my mom like that. And seeing my mom’s reaction, she didn’t expect it either.
“Christian,” my mom said calmly. “She destroyed something I cherish with her clumsy hands. I’m not the bad guy here.”
“It was an accident,” he hissed. “And even if she did something wrong, that doesn’t give you the right to be a shitty person.”
“Excuse me?” My mom’s eyes widened. “What did you just say?”
“I’m tired of you treating Autumn like trash!” Christian shouted. “I’m so f-----g tired of you treating your only daughter like she’s a waste of space! What type of mother are you!”
“You know what, Christian!” My mom suddenly yelled back, rage evident on her face. “You should shut up! You’re only protecting her because you’re in love with her!”
At that, Christian and I froze. It took everything within me to hide my shock as I stared at her rage filled face. I couldn’t believe it. She knew. Somehow, she knew. This couldn’t be happening.
“What are talking about?” Christian asked quietly, sounding calm despite the anger evident in his eyes.
“I’m talking about the way you look at her. The way you’re always near her,” my mom hissed. “You’re in love with your sister. How disgusting.”
I couldn’t help but wince at the venom in her tone. It wasn’t like I was planning on telling her about us, but I knew that I would never now. Even if we were to get married, it would have to be as far from her as possible.
“You’re delusional,” Christian said, rolling his eyes. “I care about her because she’s the family I never had. And because she has you as a mom, she needs someone who will protect her like I do.”
“Don’t lie to me.” She laughed bitterly. “I’m not stupid, so here I am telling you the truth. Your feelings for her are disgusting. You will get nowhere in life with them, so use that smart brain of yours and forget about Autumn before it’s too late.”
I watched as Christian’s jaw clenched. He looked ready to fight her, but just like me he seemed to notice how sure she was of this. Somehow, she could see how Christian felt about me and that left me terrified.
“You’re not my mom,” Christian suddenly said casually, losing all of his anger. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
My moms eyes widened and I could see the hurt in her eyes. Even I was caught off guard by what he said, but at this point I didn’t feel sympathy for my mom. All I could feel was hate.
“I’m happy for that,” my mom replied, regaining her composure. “I don’t want my child having these taboo feelings.”
Christian rolled his eyes. He looked too tired to fight, so he turned around and walked away from her.
Passing me, he mumbled, “I’m done. Let’s leave.”
I didn’t know why I didn’t follow him when he went upstairs, but as I stared at my mom who was glaring at me, I realized I was furious. Furious at the way she talked to Christian. Furious at the way she treated me. She needed to feel my own wrath for once.
“Don’t you ever talk to Christian like that again,” I snapped. “Leave your petty hatred for me.”
“Don’t you dare tell me you’ve fallen for him too,” she hissed. “Don’t you dare.”
I stepped forward, suddenly feeling courageous. With my heart pumping and adrenaline pumping through me, I suddenly felt invincible.
“And what if I do,” I replied, smiling sweetly. “What are you going to do about it?”
Her eyes widened and I smiled smugly. That news would be the worst thing to her, and oddly I was satisfied with that. Right now, I just wanted to see her burn.
“That better be a joke,” she said, her eyes burning. “Autumn, I swear to god if-”
“It is one,” I cut in, knowing not to test the waters too much. “But answer me. I want to know.”
Her eyes narrowed and she stepped towards me, closing off the distance between us. With her brown eyes right in front of me, looking cold, I found fear blooming in me. Fear that I tried to ignore, but couldn’t because the topic at hand was one that meant a lot to me.
“I would disown you,” she replied almost quietly. “You’ll be out of this house in a heartbeat.”
My eyes widened, even though I should have expected that. I didn’t know why, but I was caught off guard by that fact that she would actually do that to me, her daughter. By now I realized she was not even a true mother, and that Christian and I had to be careful. As much as I wanted to get away from her, I didn’t want to be homeless.
“Well, it looks like I’m lucky then.” I stepped away from her and turned around.
Without waiting for her reply, I walked off. With only anger and fear burning through me, I stormed upstairs and into my room. For the first time, I felt like I truly hated my mom.


“Happy Birthday,” Christian said, hugging me.
He placed a kiss on my cheek and I smiled. It didn’t feel like my birthday, but with Christian here I was glad to celebrate it with him. With my my mom bolting out of the house in the morning along with Stephen who was dragged away, Christian and I were completely alone.
“Thanks,” I said, pulling away from him so that I could see his perfect face.
He suddenly frowned. “What’s wrong? It’s your birthday and you seem down.”
I shrugged, even though I knew the answer. What happened between my mom and I left me feeling down. I did expect her to kick me out for incest, but hearing her say it stung. She was my mom and she would kick me out in a heartbeat because of the one thing that made me happy. It hurt even more that she didn’t even wish me for my birthday.
Christian suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him. He smiled as my eyes widened, which made my heart flutter. A lot of people would wonder if being with him was worth all of the complications, but whenever I saw him smile the answer was yes.
“Look, you’re going to have the best birthday ever,” Christian said, grinning. “Forget about your mom. She doesn’t deserve to have a child like you.”
I smiled as my heart softened. “Okay. Let’s celebrate.”
Even though my heart was still heavy, I decided to try to make the best of my birthday. I was seventeen and I had Christian all to myself. This should be a happy day.
*****
I found myself smiling as Rapunzel and Flynn threw their lanterns into the sky. It gave me memories of my twelfth birthday with my dad. That was one of the best moments of my life.
“You know, I wanted to take you to the Festival of Lights for your birthday,” Christian suddenly said, bringing my attention to him. “But the festival is only held in summer. Sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?” My eyes widened. “I can’t believe you remember my best memory.”
He smiled. “Obviously I would remember your favourite memory. Why are you surprised?”
I found myself smiling back, and this time it felt genuine. I was glad I got to celebrate my birthday with just him because now I felt a lot more relaxed. Safe, even. Christian had that sort of effect on me, and that was one of the many reasons why he was different than any other guy I’ve liked.
“You’re so old now,” Christian commented. “D--n, seventeen.”
“I’m old?” My jaw dropped. “This coming from a nineteen year old. You’re an adult.”
“An adult who can drink alcohol,” he shot back.
“I can drink alcohol too.”
“Legally?” He raised an eyebrow.
I grinned sheepishly and he laughed. My insides felt warm and I hoped the day wouldn’t end. It was the evening already though. We had binged on movies and played video games, so time flew by. That made me sad, knowing we couldn’t spend time like this at home anymore because of my mom’s suspicions.
“I got you a present,” Christian suddenly said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Really?” I said, smiling.
“Obviously.” He grinned. “It’s in my room. Let’s go.”
“Wait, but Tangled isn’t finished.”
“We’ll finish it later.” He got up. “Come on.”
He grabbed both of my hands and pulled me up. Before I could argue, he then dragged me away from the living room and we were walking up the stairs. I found myself suddenly excited, having no idea what his present would be.
When we reached his bedroom, I was led in quickly. As he shut the door behind us, I suddenly realized I had never actually been in his room. With that realization, my eyes began to wander.
His room was clean, unlike mine. Other than a few black shirts laying in a corner of the room, there was literally nothing out of place. I wondered what he must think of the mess in my room as I looked around, but then I noticed that other than a bed there weren’t any furniture in his room either. There was a nightstand and a closet, but otherwise his room was mostly empty. The large bed that sat in the very middle of it took up most of the space.
“Is my room really that interesting?” Christian asked, snapping me out of my thoughts once again.
I rolled my eyes, but I found myself fighting back a smile. “No, just wondering how your room is so clean. The answer is: your room has next to nothing in it.”
“Ouch.” He grinned. “Someone’s jealous.”
I grinned too and watched as he walked over to his bed. Dropping onto it lightly, he then patted the spot beside him. Feeling slightly nervous, I made my way towards him and sat next to him. He smiled at me as he then bent over and pulled out a large gift bag from under his bed. My heart began to flutter.
“Here you go,” Christian said, handing me the gift bag.
“Please don’t tell me you spent a lot of money on me,” I said, amazed by how heavy the bag felt. “I’ll feel bad until your birthday, which is ten months away.”
“Just open it.” He grinned. “I’m excited.”
Seeing him wearing his childish grin, I decided to listen to him. So putting a hand into the bag, I pulled out the first gift that felt like a poster. It was rolled up, so I opened it and gasped.
“Naruto!” I exclaimed. “You got me a Naruto poster? How did you know I needed one?”
“I didn’t.” His eyes softened at my happiness. “You just have a lot of posters and you read Naruto all the time, so I thought what the hell.”
I grinned. “I love it. Thanks, you’re incredible.”
He laughed. “You’re the only girl I know who’d get excited over a poster.”
I laughed as well, knowing it was true. It was just that it was my favourite anime and I really needed to fill up a blank space on my wall. The poster of Naruto and Sasuke – the two main characters – was perfect because of that.
“There’s more, you know,” Christian said, bringing me back to reality.
I nodded, placing the poster down beside me on the bed. Putting my hand into the bag again, I then pulled out a book. I read the title, The Perks of Being a Wallflower.
“Just like what you did for me, I wanted to give you a book that will allow you to meet your people,” Christian said, grinning. “The Wallflowers.”
I laughed. Laughed hard at the irony. Christian joined me, and I knew this was meant to be a joke.
Once I calmed down, I said, “Yeah, the people who see things but don’t say anything are my people. This is perfect.”
“I’m guessing you watched the movie?”
I nodded, smiling as I admired the book anyways.
“It’s a good book though,” he said. “I’m not sure if you read, but I thought might as well.”
“Thank you,” I said. “I loved the movie, so I’ll love the book.”
He smiled and pointed to the bag. I rolled my eyes, wondering why he was so eager. But then again, watching others open your presents was exciting. A part of me couldn’t blame him for being so excited.
I put my hand into the bag again, and this time I wasn’t sure what the item was as I felt it. Slowly, I pulled the present contained in a clear bag. When it was in front of my eyes to view, I gasped. My heart actually stopped for a second as I saw the gold hue of the item. It was a golden lantern.
“You did not.” My eyes were wide with excitement.
Christian grinned. “I did.”
I screamed in excitement and Christian laughed. Seeing a lantern now in my hands brought back so many memories that I didn’t care if he thought I was crazy. Didn’t care if today wasn’t a special day. I wanted nothing more than to go outside and let the lantern fly into the sky while letting go of everything in my heart.
“Christian,” I said, starting to rip the packaging of the lantern. “We have to go outside and let it fly. Come on.”
I was about to get up, but Christian put a hand on my shoulder, stopping me from moving. His eyes were gleaming with happiness, but I frowned as I wondered why he stopped me.
“There are two tickets for a festival in August,” he said. “Let’s save it for then.”
My jaw dropped and I hugged him. I hugged him tightly as my heart pumped with excitement. It had been forever since I had been to a festival, and I was beyond excited. With Christian coming with me, I couldn’t wait.
“Thank you. Thank you,” I said excitedly, still hugging him tightly. “You’re the best and I love you and you’re amazing.”
He laughed. “You’re welcome. I’m glad you like it. Honestly, I was kind of nervous.”
“Why?” I frowned as I let go of him.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “You’re hard to figure out and… I don’t know. I really wanted to make you happy.”
“You always do.” My eyes softened. “You don’t need to worry.”
He smiled and I decided to pull out the tickets out of the bag, just to look at them. August was still a couple of months away, but I was still excited. This was the best gift I could ever ask for.
As I looked into the bag, I was surprised to see what looked like a card. Frowning, I pulled out the purple card instead of the two tickets that remained at the bottom of the gift bag.
“You got me a card?” I asked, admiring it.
“Yeah.” He smiled, suddenly looking nervous.
“Now I feel really bad.” I pouted. “I didn’t get you one.”
“Don’t worry. It’s not a big deal.”
I opened the card, still feeling bad. Looking at the inside, I was surprised to see one side of it filled with his writing. My eyes widened as I wondered what he wrote.
“Can I read it?” I asked.
“Sure,” he replied, looking even more nervous.
“Out loud?”
“Um, no…”
Deciding to be an a-----e, I ignored him. “Dear, Autumn. I love you. I hope you know that.”
Christian groaned, but I ignored him. The second sentence had already made my insides melt, so I was now obsessed with reading the rest.
“It’s kind of stupid of me to admit that I love you in a birthday card,” I continued on, my heart pounding. “But I do. I love you and everything about you. From your brown eyes to your short temper, I love you. And maybe I fell in love with you fast, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt so sure about it. It’s strange you know, with the world against us you’d think I would be running for the hills. But instead, I’m here. Here wondering how the hell I was lucky enough to win your heart. I don’t really know why I telling you this in a card, but it feels right saying it here. I love you. Happy birthday to the girl who changed me for the better. I hope from now on life works on your side because I want nothing more than for you to be happy.”
I stared at the card for a bit after I finished reading it, stunned. Stunned from how simply beautiful it was. No one had done anything like this for me, and my heart had melted with happiness.
“I know it’s cheesy,” Christian said, sounding embarrassed. “But I mean it. I love you and-”
I didn’t let him finish his sentence as I quickly grabbed his shirt and kissed him. Dropping the card onto the ground, I then pushed him back so that he was lying down on his bed. Ignoring the sound of my other presents dropping to the ground, I then sat on his stomach and began kissing him passionately. I loved him. I loved him too.
My heart was pounding and my brain was clouded, but all I knew was that he meant the world to me. He was one of a kind and all mine. Christian was wrong. I was lucky to have won his heart.
Moving my lips away from his lips, I gently kissed his jaw. I then moved my lips to his neck, and then to his collarbone. Sprinkling kisses everywhere, I smiled when he sighed lightly.
“Whoa,” Christian mumbled as I began kissing the part of his chest that was exposed thanks to his v-neck. “I should buy you gifts more often.”
I laughed as I brought my face away from him and looked at him as I sat up on his stomach. His face was red, but he looked happy. Indescribably happy, just like me.
And suddenly, as I stared at his handsome face and his chest that was rising and falling faster than usual, I had this urge. This sudden urge to be closer to him in a way that I would never have thought about for years to come. But knowing I loved him and he loved me, and that it was my birthday, now felt like the perfect time.
“I love you too,” I suddenly said, smiling as his eyes softened.
He suddenly sat up and we were now face-to-face as I was moved to his lap. I could close off our distance in a second, but there was something I needed to ask him. It would definitely be embarrassing, but I wanted to know if it was okay.
Christian began to lean forward, but I stopped him by placing a hand on his chest. He frowned.
“Can I have one more gift?” I asked, feeling my cheeks redden.
Christian frowned. “Sure, anything.”
My faced turned redder as I realized I didn’t know how to ask for what I wanted. I didn’t want to come off as creepy either, if he’d say no. But knowing we only had this once chance, I ignored my embarrassment.
“You,” I said quietly, putting my hands on his chest.
Christian looked confused for a second, but as my hands went higher up his chest his eyes widened. His own cheeks turned redder, and suddenly I felt embarrassed. I began to wish I could take back what I said.
“Autumn, are you sure?” Christian asked with his eyes still wide.
I nodded, looking to where my hands were. “Yes.”
He stared at me for a few seconds as I ran my hands towards his neck. His muscles were evident and I found my heart pounding so hard that I felt like I might throw up. Maybe it was my nerves, but I felt sick and excited all at once.
Christian suddenly smiled and then kissed my lips gently. He then lifted his arms up and smirked. I was confused at first, but then I realized what he wanted. Quickly, I pulled off his shirt and threw it across his room. My embarrassment vanished as I grinned.
He laughed, running his fingers through my hair. “Eager, aren’t we?”
I smiled sheepishly and pressed my lips to his bare chest. Kissing him across his chest, I heard him sigh as I ran my hands around his body. My own body was itching for him, but I knew I had to make this moment perfect. We only had this one day together.
Christian suddenly hugged me and I yelped as he fell back onto the bed. Before I knew it, he then rolled over so that he was on top of me. With his blue eyes staring down at me with lust, I found my brain ignoring what I originally wanted. Right now, I wanted to be as close as possible to him soon.
“Are you sure?” Christian asked again, breathing heavily.
“Yes,” I said, becoming surprised by how husky my own voice was.
Christian smiled at that and he kissed me. He kissed me like I was all he needed, and I kissed him back the same way. I loved him. It was clear as we became one that day.


I woke up and yawned, stretching my tired body out. Turning to my other side, I was surprised to see a shirtless Christian sleeping beside me. He was sleeping peacefully, and that was when I remembered the events of yesterday.
I blushed, but I was surprisingly happy with what had gone down. Being with him in that way had made me feel closer to him. It made us feel like one, and I definitely didn’t regret anything.
Smiling, I decided to make breakfast for him. My mom and Stephen had stayed at a hotel – purposely missing my birthday – so I was glad to know I had a few more hours alone with Christian. Finishing the rest of Tangled sounded perfect right now.
I sat up and stretched, and then got out of bed. After listening for any sounds of people, I then glanced at Christian who was still sleeping peacefully. I smiled as I stared at his perfect self. I really did love him.
After staring at him like a creep for a bit more, I then exited his bedroom and walked down the stairs. Entering the kitchen, I wondered what to make as I opened the fridge. Spotting eggs, I remembered the day I realized I had feelings for him. We never did get to eat the omelet after I burned it, so it would be perfect to make it now. I smiled.
Honestly, I was just so happy. I didn’t even know why, but everything about yesterday was perfect. From the movies we watched together to his gifts, and then the aftermath, it was like I had my own fairytale yesterday. With that, I had completely forgotten about my mom.
Grabbing the carton of eggs and some meat, I went over to stove. Humming quietly, I began to cook. I was suddenly thankful I could cook.
As I cooked, I realized I should add some vegetables to the omelet. I went back to the fridge and that was when something caught my eye. A single note was stuck to the freezer’s door. A note I had never seen before, that was written in my mom’s handwriting.
Curious, I read the note. And at every word, my heart sunk. My body froze and my eyes widened, shocked by what the note said. By the end of it, my eyes were filled with tears.
The letter said that my mom was disgusted with me. She had seen Christian and I asleep in his bed, and she wanted nothing more to do with me. I was to go to a motel she would pay for, and I would live in it from now on. She wanted me out of the house today.
I took a deep breath in, trying to calm myself down. I couldn’t believe it. After how happy I’d been, I couldn’t believe my mom found out about Christian and I. It was at the worst possible time, too.
I covered my mouth with my hand, fighting back tears. She was kicking me out of the house. I had to leave today and that would mean I wouldn’t be able to see Christian anymore. My own mom was ruining my life.
That was when another idea hit me. My mom was ruining my life. The very woman I lived with was paying for me to live somewhere else. She had been making me miserable for quite some time, but now I was rid of her. Even if Christian and I couldn’t see each other at home, we still had school. He could always visit me too, which made moving out seem like a blessing. As I tried to think of the positives, my heart lifted. However, tears remained in my eyes.
“Good morning beautiful.”
I turned around, jumping from Christian’s sudden voice. As I looked at him and his shirtless glory, his grinning face fell. He suddenly frowned as concern became evident on his face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
I took a deep breath in. “Read this.”
I extended my hand with the note in it towards him, and he walked over and took it. Reading it quickly, I watched as he scowled. Unlike me, he seemed more mad than sad.
“What the hell,” Christian said, crumpling up the note in his fist. “She can’t be doing this.”
“It’s okay.” I forced a smile. “I’m finally away from the b---h, right?”
“But she’s your mom,” he growled. “She can’t be that heartless.”
I put a hand on his arm, wanting to calm him down. As I stared up at him, trying to tell him to calm down with my eyes, he sighed. He then ran his fingers through his hair tiredly.
“You’re okay with this?” Christian asked tiredly.
“It doesn’t make me happy,” I said honestly. “But it seems like it’s for the best. My mom and I haven’t spoken for almost a year, and we can’t even act like a couple here. I think this is for the best.”
Christian frowned. “But you’ll be all alone. You’ll-”
“I love being alone,” I said honestly. “I’ll miss you like hell, but we’ll make things work. Okay?”
“Why are you so calm?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “I guess because this was bound to happen.”
Christian suddenly hugged me and I sighed lightly, feeling sad. I tried to keep the pros of getting kicked out at the front of my mind, but I still thought about how much I’d missed Christian. Even if we couldn’t speak at home, just having him around was enough. His presence was always soothing, and now I wouldn’t be able to see him everyday. It was almost scary.
“I hate her,” Christian muttered, running his fingers through my hair as we hugged.
“Hey, let’s not let this ruin what was supposed to be a good day,” I said, smiling. “I was making you an omelet.”
He laughed, letting go of me. “Ah, memories.”
I laughed lightly, even though the word memory struck a chord in me. With me leaving, we wouldn’t have these memories. We would only be able to see each other once in a while, and it would be difficult with my mom. I had no idea how this would work.
“You know, I came here wanting to tell you something,” Christian said, smiling shyly.
“What?” I asked, curious.
“Thank you, for yesterday.” He looked away, blushing slightly. “It was more of a gift to me.”
I laughed as I felt my face turn red. Only Christian would thank me for something like that. He was so cute.
Smiling, I put a hand on his cheek and forced him to look at me. “My birthday. My treat.”
He rolled his eyes and chuckled. I grinned and hugged him again. This was our last day and suddenly, I realized I had to pack up all of my belongings. We couldn’t even spend our last hours together, I realized.
As if reading my thoughts, Christian said, “I’ll help you pack. I’ll drive you there, too.”
I hugged him tighter. “Thank you. Thank you for everything.”
“Don’t thank me.” He kissed my head. “I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to your life.”
“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes, but my heart felt heavy.
I had no idea what the future had in store for us. I had no idea what it had for me either. All I knew was that I had to try to stay positive or else I would break. After everything good that happened, I didn’t want to break. Instead, I wanted to stay strong. I wanted to overcome the obstacles in life. Just like Christian said, I wanted to be like Niagara Falls.

To be continued..

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