It was strange, I've known Myles for barely a full 2 days and yet I feel like I've known him my whole life. We sat in silence for a minute until Myles lifted his eyes to meet mine, he lifted his hand to display a ring on his right middle finger.
"This ring was given to me after my mum died from cancer, it was her engagement ring. My mama has the other one and keeps it in my mum's jewellery box. And before you start asking, yes, my mums are lesbians... well were. My mama gave it to me and told me no matter what mum would be watching over me, and she'd be proud of me with whatever decisions I make." His words fade out as he fiddles with the on his finger.
"That's so sweet of your mama, she sounds like an amazing woman. It's funny, I used to wish I had two mums, even just one would be enough." It was too late for me to realize I had just told someone that I didn't have a mum. Not even Grace knew, we told her that mum worked overseas and didn't come home ever. Truth is she left when I was seven, and when she was on a flight to London her plane crashed into the ocean. I never talk about her.
"Oh, do you not have a mum? Sorry if you don't wanna talk about it." he replied in the loveliest way possible. My mum was always a big part of my life and I never really talked about her after she died, and when people bring it up, I would always change the subject.
"No, it's ok. I don't really talk about her but she... she died when I was seven, plane crashed when she was leaving to London after she divorced my father and took lots of money." It took all my might to shut down and cry just because I wished she were still here, help me with dealing with the company and the pressure of being an ideal son. It was not easy.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry for bringing it up. It must've been really hard on you; I know where you’re coming from though." Myles spoke softly and as sad and miserable as thinking of mum made me feel having someone who understand what losing a mum feels like is just so relieving.
"I know this is so random and you don't have to but... can I hug you again?" I could feel tears start to swell in my eyes, Myles without hesitation nodded and leant forwards and reach his hands around my neck and pull me in so this time I could cry into his shoulder. Being with him made me feel like a somebody, he made me feel special, like a true friend. I've never gotten this close to someone before without being torn away from them due to the family name.
I let go of Myles and wipe my eyes, hoping he wouldn't see how shitty I look when I cry, I'm not a pretty crier.
"Now look who might ruin their Handsome face, huh" Myles perked up with a chuckle making me blush from embarrassment and how cute he was when he was happy.
"Shut up! It was an accident!" I tried to fight back shoving him on the shoulder making him topple sideways onto his mattress.
"I'm probably gonna go soon, it’s almost curfew and by now everyone should be back in their dorms. Actually, I should stay here till after curfew, so everyone is in their rooms, so you don't get caught with me coming out of your room." I try to phase a plan in my head whilst pacing around Myles's room.
"Or you could just jump the balcony? That is an option since we are rooming right next door, and no one will be on their balcony at this hour." Myles sat looking at me with a blank stare.
"That's actually a pretty good idea, I'll do that." I allowed Myles to get up and open the door to lead us onto his balcony. The air from outside was gentle and soft, cool but warm. I walked over and propped myself onto the stone wall that wasn't so far from mine, an easy jump. I leapt over to my balcony and landed on the concrete floor. I waved Myles goodnight and went inside, falling onto my bed I realised they were pressed to the same wall. I showered changed and fell asleep knowing that Myles and I were only inches away from each other but divided by a single wall.
Why did that thought comfort me?
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