>>Amber
We landed near my cafe. It was still early in the morning, so the cafe hadn't opened up yet and there was barely anyone there in the streets.
"You're a heartless person," I pushed him away and walked off.
"Where are you going?" He asked
"Home," I said without looking back at him, "I can't look at you now." I wanted to glance back but I also knew it wasn't a good idea, "How could you be so cruel to your own mother?"
"..." He didn't give me a reply and I wondered if he was even there anymore. I wanted to look back, but I didn't want it to be obvious. So when I made it to the stairs outside the cafe, I turned my head to look at him while I ascended them.
He was still there, standing quietly with an aloof expression. His eyes were fixed on me but his eyes seemed to carry some sort of woe. Looking at him tugged at the strings of my heart.
Was I mean? I looked away. It wasn't my place to say anything but I still did
No,
He was being far too cold.
