Chapter 13: 2x21 Part 2
How could he go?
That's all I could think about as I sat across from him on his couch, picking at my food. Right now, I didn't want to be here, but I didn't know where to be. I cant go home. It was the one place I knew I couldn't be.
"Do you want me to heat that up for you?" He asked as I picked at my food. I was surprised to hear his voice, we've barely talked, we just sat here, in silence, not knowing what to say to each other.
"I'm not really hungry." I said, which was a lie. I was starving, but I just couldn't eat, all I could do was be sad, wish he wouldn't give up on us and leave.
I looked on either sides of him, keeping my eyes moving, an excuse for looking at him. As I was looking I noticed something, a suitcase, I looked back to make sure I was seeing right. And, much to my dislike, I was right, it was a suitcase, fully packed. I wondered why it would be still packed. Probably so he didn't have to repack when he leaves.
"You gonna bother unpacking it?" I asked.
"Aria," He said, warning me not to continue and get into the conversation we've avoided having, but even if we don't want to, we need to.
"No, I mean how soon do they want you down there?" I asked angry, I wasn't yelling, or even using my angry voice, but you could hear the annoyance in my voice. "If it's just a matter of a few days-"
"I'm not leaving right away." He said cutting me off, which I was happy for, I didn't want to finish my sentence.
I was glad he said that, it helped, I would get a little bit of time before he left. I thought things were supposed to be easier now that he teaches college, right now it feels like its worse.
I looked up and we looked into each others eyes. It was weird, he was the same person, same body, same voice, same eyes, same features, but it didn't feel like him. It was like as soon as he told me he was going, he left and I lost him.
It was like I was looking at a fake version of him.
"It already feels like you have."
He was about to say something, but before he could ask what I meant there was a knock at the door. He looked over confused and after a second got up to answer.
I didn't bother trying to hide I was here, there was no reason. It wasn't illegal anymore, now that he teached collage not high school. I stopped picking at my food as he walked over and opened the door.
"Whoa," He said in surprise as he saw who was at the door. I couldn't see who it was but it was obviously someone he didn't expect.
As the person walked I realized it was my mom. She came all this way, after everything I said, to take me home again. I wasn't going home, I don't want to be there, I don't care what she does. I was even angrier now.
"I cant believe this," I said as I stood up to look at my mom who had stopped in the doorway. "Did you follow me over here with handcuffs or are you just gonna yank me up by my hair."
"I'm not here to bring you home." She said which surprised me. Why would she be here if shes not here to bring me home? To yell at me? In front of him? Seriously? "I came to listen." She said. Listen? What?
"Take a seat. Any place you want." Ezra said as my mom walked in as Ezra closed the door behind her. She walked over and sat on the chair, across from the couch, where Ezra was sitting.
I sat back down on the couch and Ezra joined me. I couldn't deny the awkwardness. For a couple of minutes we didn't say anything, which made the awkwardness worse. I don't think anyone knew what to say. My mom just kept staring at him.
"Would you like some tea, coffee, water, anything?" Ezra asked, trying to fill the silence.
"Tea would be fine." My mom said and Ezra got up to make some. My mom didn't say anything to me and I to her. I didn't want to talk to her, but if shes willing to listen then shes obviously warming up to the idea of us as a couple.
After a few minutes Ezra came over with three put in front of us. Still no one said anything for another minute.
"Do you take milk in your tea?" He asked trying to make small talk, which I didn't blame him for doing. If it filled the silence, I was fine with it.
"No," she said. I was tired of this, I wanted to know what was happening. I wanted to know what to do. If I should do anything.
"Okay, what exactly are we doing here?" I asked finaly getting to the reason shes here in the first place. "Cause I-I really don't feel like having a tea party with the two of you."
"Well, this isn't exactly how I planned to spend my evening either." She said. "I want to be very clear: I don't condone this relationship, but im also afraid of what may happen if I take the same stance as my husband."
"Sorry, so where does that leave us?" Ezra asked.
"I want to slow things down, before anybody goes moving away or running away… I want to understand what this is."
At that the tea kettle whistled and Ezra got up to get it.