Chapter 11: you don't have to wait

Zayne's viewpoint

"Let me guess," Mom said. "You met her again, didn't you?" I hummed positively. "And you let her go?"

"I don't know what to do," I murmured, "I'm confused,"

"Honey, excuse me for a moment," Mom slipped away from Dad, dropping her curled-up legs. She scooted herself over to the arm of the chair so she would be closer to me. "Come," she stretched her hand out to me. I knew what she wanted, so without taking her hand, I stood up, walked up to the chair, and sat down on the floor, between her legs. She ran her fingers into my hair, turning her fingers into a comb. "Okay, you have my full attention. Tell me why you are confused,"

"I'm confused because she is not part of the plan I have for myself. My life is perfectly calculated, predicted, and organized, but the only few days she got involved, I don't know my schedule anymore. Graduate from high school and college, finally open my own art gallery and studio for my photography, pay more attention to my life as a photo art