Eric
It takes a special kind of mother to die and come back to life for her children. Someone special indeed. And I've just seen it happen. Jean Milburn has magically risen from the dead. Kudos to her for that, I mean she is a literal goddess anyway. This experience has just pushed that notion to be even truer in my mind. She's an icon to everyone I'm surrounded by, especially Otis. I just wish he had his father around him right now. That's not to say Jean hasn't raised him expertly as a single parent. She's been an excellent mother. Just, in this moment, with Maeve gone and no-one else besides me really close enough to him, Remi would have been a helpful figure to have around. As my mind lingers on Otis' dad, my mind drifts to another whose father was never really an ideal parent. Adam. His relationship with his father wasn't the greatest but my mind starts to drift away from that to our own fractured connection. I miss him a lot, but I still don't regret what I did. It was a whole different experience away from him and it helped me understand even more that my sexuality was something to celebrate, not hide. I just wish that sense of understanding didn't cost me him.
Charlie
Another hour has passed, with minimal socialising between me and Maeve. Conversely, there has been a great deal of avoidance on her part to ensure that such an interaction does not come to pass. The odd muttered 'sorry' here and there after brushing arms or something akin. Aside from that, there has not been an utterance of conversation. Unsure whether to engage or hold back on talking to her, I, perhaps foolishly, decide to initiate a dialogue between us, revealing that I'm on the same scholarship as her. Before I do, I make a little note on some paper I have with me. It reads 'I knew you would roll your eyes and sigh.'
I tap her on the shoulder. She ignores it. I tap her again, with a touch more force.
'Yeah?' she asks.
'I never told you' I begin. 'I believe me, and you are going to be on the same scholarship.'
'I doubt that' she says, and tries to return to what she was doing.
'What's the name of it then?' I ask, not about to be defeated so easily.
'AWA scholarship' she says.
'This one?' I ask as I pull out a piece of paper baring the logo of the AWA. She looks at it for a minute before speaking.
'Whoopie for me' she says sarcastically as she, just as predicted, rolls her eyes and sighs.
'One more thing' I say.
'What?' she asks, annoyed.
'Care to look at this' I say and hold up the paper reading 'I knew you would roll your eyes and sigh.'
'Wow, you're psychic' she says, and with deliberate force, tucks back into her book and turns away from me.