Wyatt Winters ❉
I groan at the thought again, of my mother's words yesterday morning.
"Sweetie, don't you think it's time to finally settle down?"
"Me? Settle down? Can't you understand? The doctor said that I'm not capable of being in a relationship due to my sensitive touching, eye contact, and lack of speaking."
"Wyatt, you're 32 now, an adult. Why did you have to be so stupid and disabled like your father?"
My father doesn't have to do with anything, he's nothing but a loveable and strong man.
But if I only...just...disappear...
Would anyone in the world care about me?
"Yo, man. It's me." A knock at my bedroom door, waking me up and clearing my negative thoughts.
Shoot, I must have fallen asleep from typing so much on the computer...
Plus he'll never leave me alone, huh?
"Come in," I answer, as I continue sitting on my chair in front of my desk.
Heard the door open as Arthur wore on his casual clothes from work and carried a brown bag in his right hand.
"How was the meeting with your mother?" He asked, and I just shrugged in reply.
"Eh,"
"Eh, guess so too. That woman is scary looking, I don't even know how you're related to her."
"Hmmm."
"Also, here. I brought you some fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies from a family friend." Shaking the brown bag in next to me, but I continue typing on the computer, ignoring him a little.
But instead, a small smile appeared on my lips at the smell.
"Thanks, Arthur," I said and looked at him nodding in response.
"Glad I could cheer you up."
Before Arthur could leave back home, a thought came into my head.
"Are you in a relationship?" I ask, trying to say it without making it awkward in my voice.
"Why yes, but are you interested in dating me though?" Seeing him smirk, I quickly shake my head in denial.
"What?! No! Don't get the wrong idea, but I was just wondering." I cough, making it sound like it was serious about the question.
"Oh? I'm offended dude. Overall, why wonder that?" He asked as he sat on my bed, wondering about my life too.
"I was just questioning my love life," I answer as I take a cookie from the bag.
"Bet you dated models before," Arthur says, without any doubt.
But I shook my head with a blank stare as I took a bite.
"Really? Not even famous actresses or singers?"
"Nope, due to my condition."
"Oh? Is it bad?" He questioned, his voice sounding worried.
"Eh, I just wonder how it feels to be in a relationship," I said, but he looked at me as if I was a ghost.
"Oof- well, being in a relationship has its ups and downs, but it does feel nice having someone..."
"Do you know what love is?" I asked.
"Yeah. My girlfriend, Bella, the sweetest and most innocent girl I've met came into my life like an angel."
"Why say that?" I question, now wondering about him too.
"Cause, before I met her, I felt I didn't have anyone else to be with anymore. I was in a toxic relationship, with my ex. I was a love-sick puppy always following and giving my ex more than 2nd chances. Until I met Bella."
I thought more about my first love, Autumn.
"Do you think I'm crazy if my first love wasn't real?" I ask, again it comes out awkwardly.
"How come?"
"My mother called me delusional, claiming my first love wasn't real. But a joke."
Suddenly remembered Autumn's brown hair and her hazel eyes. Her laugh, her smile, and how she would always cry over simple things. I mean, she was eight years old. A child...
"Hmmm. Why wouldn't she be real?"
"She went missing...and I never saw her again."
"Maybe she just moved away?" Arthur says, but I nod trying to understand.
"Probably, maybe."
"Cheer up, you'll find someone."
I want to be with Autumn though because she was my first love...
But why didn't I say I loved her before she left?
Did she have a choice to stay?
With me...