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I sat on a park bench in Rose Square for a good twenty minutes, staring at my feet and wondering where Cliff had went and when he was coming back. If he was coming back.
He wouldn't really leave me…would he? I wondered.
I sat with questions circling my head, becoming more and more angry with Cliff every single minute. Of course, the anger all melted away when I saw him walking towards me. Honestly, who could stay mad at him? He's so darn cute.
"Gray?" He muttered in his small, apologetic voice.
I grunted at him, trying to capture some of that anger I had held before.
"Gray I'm sorry I walked away like that…I just needed to talk to my dad…" Cliff stuttered. His voice was small and he sounded so helpless, I didn't want to be mad at him. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I promise."
I looked up at him reluctantly, and decided to believe his words. It's amazing how much a person can change you. Before I met Cliff, I was always so angry and I would sooner die then let go of a grudge, but, now, I could forgive him in a minute? I guess it's just what Cliff does to me. I kind of hate it and love it at the same time.
"So how did the talk go?" I asked.
Cliff sat down next to me with a sigh. "All right, I guess," He answered. "I mean, he actually listened to me, which was nice. He admitted he overreacted to finding out I was gay. I explained to him it's just who I am, and he can't change it."
"So he's not going to force you move far, far away from me?" I questioned in a semi-bitter voice.
Cliff's eyes flickered over to me for a moment. "I wouldn't go." He stated firmly.
"Are you sure?" I asked, suddenly feeling very insecure. Would he leave me? It wouldn't be any different from everybody else…
"Of course," Cliff answered matter-of-factly. "I couldn't leave this place even if I tried. It has too many great things here," He paused for a second. "The greatest being you, of course."
That made me smile.
"So your dad's okay with us?" I questioned him.
"Not exactly," He replied. "But he's tolerant of it."
I nodded. "Well, I suppose that's something."
"They're leaving tomorrow." Cliff commented.
"What a shame." I countered sarcastically.
"Ha-ha."
We talked for a little while longer, watching people slowly trickle out of Rose Square until we were the only two left. And that's just the way it should be. The two of us. Together.
I watched Cliff finish his goodbye's (his mother gave incredibly long hugs) and listened to his promises that he'd visit soon. The process of Cliff's family actually leaving took much longer than I had expected, but I guess that's only because Cliff really hadn't seen them in so long.
His father surprised me by actually shaking my hand, but, before letting go, he warned, "You'd better not hurt my son." It sounded more like a blessing than a threat.
I smiled. "I wouldn't dream of it."
Then his mother went on to me, hugging me like it was the last hug she'd ever give. I smiled politely, but there was a secret relief when she finally let go.
There was a few more moments of goodbye's and finally they were gone, and Cliff and I were left there, standing by ourselves.
After a few moments of silence, Cliff turned to me and said "I guess that wasn't too bad," with a slight smirk on his face.
I laughed. "C'mon," I told him, "It's been a long day. Let's go home."
That night I lay in bed, thinking about the last couple of days. Seeing Cliff's family made me think of my family, and I didn't want to think about that.
First I thought about my father. I wonder where he is now? Probably either getting drunk or nursing a hangover.
Or, maybe, he's actually getting help, like he said he was. Maybe he's trying to change. Maybe he's trying to become a better person. I had no way to know which it was, but I really hoped he was doing better. Even though I didn't need a father anymore, I still wanted him to be apart of my life.
Then, of course, I started thinking about my mother. I still missed her so much. Sometimes I think it's just not fair that she was taken away from me so early in my life. But, I know, there's nothing I can do to change it and nothing I can do to bring her back.
But I can still visit her.
"Cliff?" I said suddenly, breaking the silence.
"Yes?" He replied, surprising me a little that he was still awake.
"Can we go visit my mom tomorrow?" I asked him, my voice a bit quieter. A bit weaker.
There was a short pause before he answered, "Of course. Whatever you want to do, Gray."
I smiled to myself. I really did love Cliff.
