MARIE RICHWOOD P.O.V
I waited until I heard the last bell. Cyrus had kept to himself throughout the day and I was sick and tired of the sullen attitude. I watched him from the corner of my eye as he arranged his books absentmindedly into his school bag.
I sighed; I waited for him to finish with his packing. He threw the bag over his shoulder, ignoring Nicole’s goodbye wish. He stood up from his seat; giving me a small wave, he left the class looking unfocused.
CYRUS KAYE P.O.VI locked myself in my room immediately I came back from school. Mom had tried to talk to me but I did not listen to her. Nan had also tried to get me to talk to her but I ignored them both. Somehow, those two were in cohort. I never knew they were friends; though Mom was rarely home anyway. I noticed the continued absence of my father at home. I refrained from asking. He is a grownup man; he would find his way home. He was probably stewing somewhere having loosed to Mom for the first time in his life.I occupied myself with my compu
CYRUS KAYE P.O.VWe stayed in that position for a long time, Mom held me tightly also not letting go. Gradually she released me, Tears slipping from her eyes, she smiled at me; her happy expression was enough to cure me of all the age long hatred. Giving way for her love“I am sorry, I spoke to you that way. I always thought you did not want me.”