THESE HIDDEN WINGS

[127] IN THE MIDDLE

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"Where is your Loyalty?"

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"HE'S NICE," I signed.

'Only Nice?" my mom echoed, raising an eyebrow, "I fear that's too much of a vague description for my liking, darling," she huffed with a gentle smile, "care to elaborate?"

I chuckled at this shaking my head at this, looking down at the covers for a second thinking back to the first time I had ever met Lucas Bowne, in the library.

'Well, he has a good sense of humor,' I signed for a moment, letting the sentence hang as I remembered more,

"mischievous," I added thinking back to how embarrassed after our first meeting,

"kind," I added, then paused, "thoughtful, honest, incredibly good-looking," I added with a short wave of embarrassment,

"gentle, understanding, caring," I sighed my shoulder dropping,

"loyal, believes in what he thinks is right," I paused at this, feeling low,

'even if that hurts him every day,' I finished my eyes trailing up to my mother who looked at me thoughtfully.

"He seems...perfect," she began softly, and yet her tone held no change, "too perfect," she added, "no one's perfect."

That was true.

True beyond any other thing right now.

No one in the world was perfect because no one had it all. Daya seemed to be the piece that stopped him from completing his perfect world, and in some messed up way, Daya represented what Harvest was for me, or what barriers were for everyone else.

There is always something in life that you think, 'If I could just fix that' everything else would be perfect.

My eyes raised back to Mom who was watching me attentively and I shook my head with a low scoff,

'He's in love with my roommate,"  I chuckled lowly.

Surprisingly, though I tried not to let it affect me back then, it always used to irk me that Daya was the one whom he craved.

And although I knew even if I was given the chance to be that for him, I would suck at it, probably twice as hard as she did.

I always felt some sort of hurt that the place was already occupied. But now, the strange part was, that I didn't feel like that anymore.

The feeling that occupied the hollows of my chest was not one of selfishness. I simply wanted him free from her.

He owed that to himself. He just deserved better.

"Your roommate?" Mom echoed after a short silence of what assumed had caught her by surprise.

"Did Gravis just put you smack in the heart of Drama?" she huffed, glancing toward the door as if she would somehow be able to spot him before her eyes latched back onto mine.

I chuckled at this, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

"So," she continued, " do you like him?"

I gave her a displeased look and she shrugged, "I mean you just described the most charming man in the world. Most times, the princess falls for Prince Charming you know," she hummed.

I frowned at this.

"W-we're just friends' I replied, my hands dropping to my lap, as I rubbed my wrists.