New York ~ 009

                                    

                                          
Chapter 9:
Mitchel's delicate point of view:
I stepped out into the dear heart of New York City. And to be honest, it smells like shit. No offence! 
I called a cab, booked a hotel room, and believe it or not, I also called Jordan. The line was ringing...and ringing.
"Hello?" 
-Jordan, hi. It's Michel...
"Oh my gosh, Hii!" She sounded excited for some reason 
"I'm so glad to hear from you, good to know you're not dead!" She laughed.
I don't know why, but, I kind of missed her laughs. 
-Yeah! I chuckled to choke the awkwardness.
"How have you been?" You could hear in her tone that she had moved on. 
-I've been terrible actually...
"Oh....why? If I may ask of course, you don't have to say." She doesn't really care, she's just not a rude person that of course have to ask why.
-No I uh, it's okay. Elianna, she moved to New York without telling any of us. 
"Wait, she didn't tell any of y'all she was moving? Okay, well I met her the other day, just a few days ago, I actually found out she lives really close to me" Holy shit, this was my chance
-Uh Jordan...
"Yeah?"
-Can I ask for a favor?
"Depends"
-What's Elianna's address?
This would be the first time in three months since I would see Elianna Anthony. I stepped into the apartment building. And was met with a great smell of some kind of flowers. I walked up to the reception. "Hello, uh I'm asking for Elianna Anthony, what floor does she live on?"
"Floor four, apartment 23" the guy behind the desk said. "Thank you!" I announced and nodded lightly.
Floor four. This was it. I was finally going to meet her after longing for her touch or even to just hear her voice would be amazing. Apartment 23. I knocked faintly, but then another time harder. 
It was silent for a second or two until I heard steps getting closer from the other side. The door slowly opened and revealed a girl with brown hair, 20-ish and a little bit shorter than me.
"Hello?" She looked suspiciously at me, like she was some kind of prey and I was the hunter. I guess I was just devilish like that. Just get to the point Mit, remember why you're here. 
"Is Elianna home?" I guess she wasn't. "No she's not, but I mean you can come back later though if you want?" 
"YES, yes of course" I blurted out, nodding, too scared to say anything more. Because if I did she would probably think I'm a creep that would totally kidnapp them or bomb their apartment and shit. She nodded back before shutting the door again. 
Guess we'll have to wait then. 
Elianna's delicate point of view:
"Okay talk to you later, I'm going grocery shopping" I shouted all the way across the apartment, so maybe, maybe Awira would heart. But as I thought; no answer. Obviously it was cause she's like almost deaf. 
I walked out of the apartment building into the air of New York. Smells like usual, New York City, it has always smelled like this. 
I bought everything we needed for our fridge, for maybe a weekend. When I got back I had a strange feeling. Like I've just missed something big. You know, like when in school, when you miss one day the class gets to meet a celebrity of some kind. 
"Awira hello, I'm back" I said dropping the plastic bags, hanging up my coat. "Uh Elianna" she shouted from the kitchen "Coming"
When I came into the kitchen Awira sat by the island, resting her head in both of her hands. "Is everything okay?" I questioned "Yea of course, but just so you know there was a man here, asking for YOU" 
"What? What did he look like? Or did you get a name?" I totally bombed her with questions. "Nope, no Name, but uh brunette braids, blue eyes, tall.." my heart stopped immediately. It was him. Him! Mitchel fucking Cave had been asking for me at my apartment, after three months. I guess he was still looking for me or something. 
Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and both me and Awira jumped in fear. But I knew, I knew that it was him. I ran to the door, looking through the check hole in the door. And as I said, it really was him.
I opened the door slowly, revealing the tall figure of the person I've wanted to avoid but still had craved. My eyes filled with water as soon as we made eye contact. The eyes, the face, the body, the him. Everything. It suddenly felt like I had a stone in my throat and stomach, hyperventilating while just... staring at each other. 
But probably a second later, I couldn't hold it in anymore. The tears fell out of my eyes like a waterfall and I fell into the arms of the man I've been longing for.
"El, can we uh...talk?" Mitchel whispered loud enough for Awira to hear too. I glanced over at her "It's fine, but explain everything to me after, okay?" She said and held out her pinky. We quickly pinky promised and shared a few smiles before going two ways.
Me and Mitchel found a bench in the close by park. "So.. How's life going?" He asked tilting his head slightly looking over to my side. "It's going okay" I simply said, I guess I wasn't really in the mood to explain my whole life situation. "Why are you here?" I asked getting straight to the point. "I uh.. I missed you, I'm craving you Elianna" he's been feeling just like me. "Please can you come home.." his eyes were sad as he pleaded. "I didn't leave because of you Mitchel.."
"Then why did you leave?" He asked again furrowing his eyebrows to the point where he could look like he was mad, angry even. If someone would walk past our bench they would probably think we were arguing. But in reality we were just a questioning mess. "Because of Clinton, it was too much. Don't you get it? You guys accepted me and made it feel like home, and then that happened. I didn't want to have any trauma of it so I isolated myself from you all. I'm sorry okay but..." I tried not try cry, but failed. By now I was a sobbing, and questioning mess I guess. "It was never your fault Mitchel, it wasn't about you. Not everything is about you" You could see in his eyes that his heart had just been torn into a million pieces.
"I don't know what to say"
"Of course you don't, cause it was never and isn't your situation to say anything. I get it, it's not your fault your brother was a dick"
"You don't know what I've been going through these past months" 
"I don't know what YOU'VE been going through, fuck you Mitchel. Fuck.You. You don't know how hard it was to finally not only think about what happened, For my mind to not be occupied with only that. It was so, fucking, hard Mitchel. And you just ruined everything by coming here. You never knew Clinton the same way I did. You knew him as your brother, not your lover. So it didn't hurt as much for you as it did for me." I stood up and quickly walked away, sobbing, wiping tears away, and almost tripping by every step I took.