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Angel was packing his things. He didn’t have a bag big enough to take everything so he took what he thought would be the most important. Clothes, a few pictures, a stuffed animal Huxley had gifted him a week ago, his favorite shoes, and the multiple necklaces his moms had gifted him a few years back. He knew that everything else he would be leaving behind could be easily replaced.
Well.
Almost everything.
He couldn’t replace his brother, or his moms. And he knew that. He hoped that they would understand his decision, or rather the decision Michael made for the both of them. Angel believed Michael’s words, telling him that they needed to go somewhere else if they wanted a better future for each other.
And who was Angel to refuse him?
Once Angel finished packing his things, he grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down a note for Huxley. He wanted to write one for his moms too but Michael had called him telling him it was time to go before he could. He placed the note on his bed and started walking out the room. On his way out he accidentally knocked a book down, making him walk out the room faster before Huxley woke up.
Once he got downstairs, he grabbed his coat and walked out the door to Michaels car.
“Did you get everything you need?” Michael asked, helping Angel put his bag into the trunk of his car.
“Yeah, I can’t wait to go to dahlia!” Angel walked to the passenger seat of the car and got in while Michael started up his car.
When they started to pull off, Angel could have sworn he heard Huxley calling out his name, but he was easily distracted when Michael asked him to turn on the radio so they could listen to something on their way to their new home.
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Huxley woke up. He had heard a noise coming from his brother's side of the room. When he turned over to look his brother wasn’t there, but in his place was a note. He stretched and walked over to read it. It was around 12, and Huxley knew his brother had a tendency to wake up with the inability to fall asleep again
He liked that Angel left him notes so that he wouldn’t worry about them too much.
Once he got to the bed he picked up the note. He had thought it would be a note saying they were downstairs, playing on their Nintendo DS because they couldn't sleep again, or getting some late night munchies. They liked to leave notes so he wouldn’t worry that they weren’t in the room, and he in return did the same when it was him. But the note wasn’t what he was expecting to read.
“𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘏𝘶𝘹𝘭𝘦𝘺,
𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺.
𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭, 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.
𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦,
𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭”
He couldn’t believe what he had just read.
He never liked Michael. In fact, Michael was the reason Angel became distant from him and their moms. Michael was about the only person that Huxley could proudly say he hated.
Constantly making him feel bad for hanging out with his family instead of him.
Constantly making his brother believe that they were talking about him behind his back. He was the reason his brother grew so distant from him and their moms.
He didn't automatically going to hating people he didn’t like at all, but knowing that he's got so far into his brother's head to convince him to run away for a “Better future” made his blood boil.
He heard the door open downstairs and he ran. He ran to try and convince him to stay, to make him change their mind. But when he got downstairs he was already pulling off in Michaels car. He screamed at the car to wait, calling out Angels name but the car never stopped.
He stared at the car as it disappeared down the road.
He wanted to cry. He wanted his brother to come back, but he knew he wouldn’t. Michael would make sure of that.
The tears came before he could stop them, and soon he was sitting on the floor crying. His moms found him like that, comforting him before asking him what happened. When he explained to them that his brother was gone they asked where he went.
“I don’t know.”
“What?” Diana questioned. She thought he would know, Angel told Huxley more things than he told his moms.
“I-i don’t know mama, he’s gone. He ran off with Michael and I don’t know where they went.” Huxley started. “He left a note on his bed, he said he might not come back.” He handed the note to his mother, Anna, as he continued to weep. Diana tried her best to comfort him and reassure him that his brother would come home. She was doubting what she said though. She didn’t like lying to her son, but she wanted to make him feel better.
She saw how her son was when he was with Michael, a wall formed between them a while after they started dating. She would constantly question Angel choice of a boyfriend but Angel would constantly brush it off saying, “I could change him” and “He’s changing”. Diana knew that all of what Angel was saying was a lie, but stopped questioning him after seeing that he wouldn’t listen or even consider what she was saying.
Anna gasped and started to tear up too, handing the note to Diana and pulling Huxley into a hug, rubbing his back. Huxley clung to her, sobbing into her shoulder. When Diana finished reading the note, she automatically went to comfort her wife and son. Diana couldn’t believe Michael got that far into Angels head. None of them had expected this to happen, they didn’t even think anything like this could happen ever.
But the truth was there.
Angel was gone.
And there was no guarantee of him coming back.
After that night nothing was the same.