Quite the Night, Not Quiet Night

Kiara and I talked for the rest of the night. We avoided what I said and I didn't mind. It was going to be one of those cringy memories that keep me up at night. By three am, Kiara fell asleep. I had to give her props, she lasted longer than I thought.

"Kiara," I whispered to make sure she was actually asleep.

I didn't get to tell her about the drama with my mum. She would have laughed till she was blue or rather purple. I made a mental note to tell her about it later.

"I love you," I kissed her forehead and carefully unwrapped myself from her.

I headed downstairs and out the door. If I knew my mum, and I knew my mum, she would be awake and waiting for me. The quiet night and bright moon that illuminated the streets brighter than the streetlights made me feel like I was the only person in the world. The feeling wasn't a bad one; it was rather refreshing. I was usually surrounded by so many people so a few moments alone was always appreciated.

The time on my phone read three f