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Recently, Glam started to feel as if reality was nothing but a wonderful dream that he could wake up from at any given moment.
After rambling about his day on the phone with Victoria, which felt like a few minutes but was actually hours, he put the device down, spinning around a few times to exhaust himself but being unable to do so, excitement oozing through him like an endless mine. He heard Ches chuckle:
— You seem to be on the seventh cloud.
— Things are so amazing I can barely believe this is my life now,- he frowned, stopping,-imagine how great it'd be if I didn't hesitate before!
— Eh, maybe this outcome was decided by fate herself. Dwelling on possibilities isn't needed now, dontcha think?
— I suppose you're right. But I think the proper way is "itself" not "herself".
— Oh come on dude, fate is totally a gorgeous woman.
Brushing his hair, Glam made sure it looked perfect, adjusting everything while looking into the mirror, then turned to his friend:
— I'd like to go for a walk. Please, do make sure you don't turn my side of the room into a pigsty.
— Can't promise nothin'.
— Grammar, Ches.
Ches just waved his hand at his friend, shooing him, and turned on the bed to face the wall.
— Well, I'll see you around!
With that, Glam turned and left, neatly shutting the door and turning the lock. Ches had a spare key, but if he forgot where he put it - well he'd be locked in the house for the rest of the day. Glam had a hunch that his friend wouldn't mind - after his successful detoxification, Ches had been nothing but calm and somewhat well-mannered, as much as he physically could be, of course. Hopefully the change was an improvement.
Such great weather was more than welcoming, especially since recently the days started getting colder - Glam wished Vicky was around to take a stroll with her and talk about everything that didn't matter the slightest.
Alas, today he was on his own, but he could make use of his free time. In fact, he already had a few thoughts in mind.
— ...Sebastian! Stop walking, dammit, I'm speaking to you!
He halted, stopping where he was. The voice was easy to recognize, and this was no coincidence either. After all, he wasn't in his hometown right now.
— You're mistaken, but I won't hold it against you. The name is Glam.
He turned, staring at Lydia coldly. The latter was quite in a mess - though an unsuspecting person wouldn't notice it, the way her hair was let down and the clothes were just a little wrinkly was enough to tell Glam she wasn't emotionally content.
— Oh I know about that silly stage name of yours. I'm here to retrieve you.
— Ha! That's silly.
She clutched the paper she was grasping firmly - now that Glam looked, it was a poster of their band - and gritted her teeth, taking a step forward:
— This is no laughing matter. Father will schedule an appointment with your doctor, and you'll be good in no time-
— Tell me, dear sister, why would I go back with you? I have nothing to look forward to, back at home that is. My life is ahead of me.
— Oh please, you're simply getting influenced by the wrong people! Come back home and I'll talk to father, you won't have to see the doctor anymore if you don't want to. Now, hurry, ditch that look - I brought some spare clothes, you can get changed in the hotel...
She stopped, realizing Sebastian turned away, staring into the distance.
— I'm not going,- he mumbled,- and it seems like asking you to come with me will be of no use either.
— You can't be serious. It took me a lot of time and effort to find you!
— I'm sorry this wasn't the result you hoped for, but my answer is final. We don't have to cut ties entirely, you know? We could still see eachother. But I'm not coming back.
He didn't dare to look, already imagining the angered stare he would receive, but, after a fleeting moment, Lydia sighed, defeated:
— Well then, goodbye. Have a good life, Glam or... whatever. I have to warn you to be careful, though.
He listened to the sound of high heeled shoes clanking methodically, as they got further away.
It took Glam a few minutes to return to reality, and he realized he forgot why he was outside in the first place.
2
Mary's funeral was a small ceremony, with only a few people attending - father not being one of them. Glam arrived exactly on time, sitting through everything with calmness one could envy, exchanging a few words with Lydia and his mother's few friends and family members, and left after placing a bouquet.
He hadn't told anyone - frankly, he would tell Ches, but it's only been a few years since Ches's own mother passed away, and he didn't want to stir unwanted memories. Back then his friend spiraled, almost resorting to drugs again, and that made Glam keep him under his watch for quite a while.
He didn't tell Vicky either, simply not to worry her, or... he wasn't actually sure. He simply didn't think it was necessary.
After recieveing the news his mind had been foggy, and only when he was outside did it hit him - mom was gone.
He hadn't seen her in a long time... and she didn't even meet Glam specifically. He wondered how she'd react sometimes, when he looked into the mirror. Would her expression be solemn, mourning the son that was nothing she expected him to be, or soft and accepting, as he remembered her when he was still a child? Apparently, he was never supposed to find out.
Too bad the casket wasn't open, he'd like to take a look at the person who raised him. The one he would tell everything to, at some point, one he sometimes hated for not protecting him, and the one he wasn't sure he still loved at all.
He knew her decades ago. It didn't matter now. It just couldn't.