Prologue - Disheartening News
You never truly know it's going to happen. There are telltale signs here and there, of course there are, but all the same; it hits you when you least expect it. And it hits you hard.
"Gordon," my mother sat next to me on the couch, tears falling down her face, clutching my sweaty hands in hers with a death grip. It was fairly clear what was about to happen, but I hung around with the desperate thought that maybe it's not what I think it is. "You know your father and I love you very much, don't you?" I clenched my teeth, my fears realised.
"So much." My father patted my knee as he sat on the coffee table. My emotions would've been much easier to control if both of them weren't in tears. A droplet fell from my own eye onto my lap.
"But dad and I have come to terms with the fact that… we don't love each other anymore," Mom told me, voice quaking, before losing her composure entirely. As she sobbed uncontrollably, my dad decided to step in.
"It's not your fault, okay?" I knew that much. If it was, no-one would be crying. "And the last thing we want is for you to blame yourself, or to resent either of us." Dad was stuttering, he was obviously struggling to hold himself together also. "Me and your Mom have simply… grown apart. Well, that… and another thing.
"You've been doing really well in your Japanese class, right? You're top of your grade, correct?" All this was true. I could read and write quite a bit, and my conversational was a bit more advanced than my other classmates. I wouldn't call it great, per sé. Other than Japanese, I was poor in most subjects. "Well, I got that promotion I always wanted. But, uh…" Dad's face fell as if he was pained by what he was about to say. "My boss has stationed me in Japan as a result. Indefinitely." My eyes widened in shock.
"I've made it clear that I don't want to move with him," Mom was gaining her grip once again. "I'd too dearly miss my family and friends here in Massachusetts. I know this is a lot to take in all at once."
"A lot…" I finally began to speak. "A… a lot doesn't begin to cover it." The lump in myT throat made it difficult to convey what I was saying. "You're saying... I have to choose between you and Dad?" I felt sick just comprehending the blatant facts. "In different countries, no less. When would I ever see the other?"
"That's one small problem. We're not sure." Dad scratched the back of his head, looking at his feet. "We'll find a way. But I leave in a few days, so as much as I hate to say it, you need to choose soon."
I looked around our living room. What once seemed bright, vibrant and full of life was now dull, bleak and miserable. What was once a home now felt like a painful memory. I decided that I couldn't bring myself to stay, as much as I would miss America, and my mom if I left. It was now myself who broke down in my mother's arms. "I'm sorry…" I clutched her tighter as I wailed into her chest. "I love you both equally, so I don't want to make this decision, but… I've chosen Dad. I hope you understand." I continued to cry, my shoulders nearly hitting Mom in the chin, as Dad came in to hug us as well.
...Yikes. I realise that's a bad way to begin a story that's fairly light-hearted in nature. Good thing we have another shot, with chapter one.
To Be Continued
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Hey, everyone! I'm finally back. I've been uninspired for a while, but I'm back with a fresh start (we're sweeping this "Healing Crystals" disaster under the rug). Also, how's my memeing? I like the To Be Continued thing I'm doing here, but I don't think it'll be a reoccurance. Anywho, tune in next time. And I won't be trying to make a two week schedule, because that's one of the reasons why H*****g C******s was such a steaming pile of shit. Well, until next time, buh byeee