My Doom

Anne

At first, he was confused why everyone was looking at him. He had his head over his phone when he’d entered, whilst exclaiming the state of his stomach. He had stared from the staff to his mother, who was briskly making her way towards him. It was when his eyes landed on me did he realize what was going on.

I saw his face go through almost all the stages of heartbreak in an irregular order. From the denial that it was really me standing there and not his brain conjuring up an image of me, to accepting the fact that it was me. He had glanced at his mum and the staff again to be certain they saw who he was seeing.

“Drew! You are back! Uh… the food would be ready in no time,” Rebecca said tensely, raising her hand and grabbing her son’s upper arm.

“Mum, Anny,” he said in a tiny, childlike voice, looking from his mother to me whilst pointing at me.

Rebecca pretended not to have heard him. She wordlessly continued to pull him. He had allowed Rebecca to move him a few inches toward