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Khai easily forgave Harry. Once saw him with the bucket of buffalo wings he held, it seemed as if the memory of his absence was completely erased. She had set the flowers he had gotten her on a vase on the nightstand behind her bed. After, they spent the rest of the evening cuddled up on Khai's bed watching the second season of Gossip Girl on Netflix.

Despite his gender, Harry was quite fond of the lives of those of the Upper East Side. In fact, it was his favorite.

All too soon, their contentment was interrupted with the familiar alarm tone sounding from Khai's phone. Her mother would be home in half an hour. With a sweet kiss goodbye, Harry was on his way and Khai fell back on her bed, drowning in the scent of Harry's cologne that had found itself on her bedspread.
Soon after, the slam of a car door alarmed Khai and she instantly jolted up to neaten up her room so it would look as if Harry was not there. There were two soft knocks on her chipped, white bedroom door before it cracked open.

In came in Melissa Jackson. Dressed in purple scrubs and those hideous nurse shoes Khai would often make fun of her for. Her hair was messily caught up in a bun and the bags under her eyes did her no justice.

"Hey," Khai greeted her mother.

Melissa didn't bother to answer, just sent her daughter a small smile before walking over to sit on the edge of her bed. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she took in the bucket of buffalo wings peeking from under Khai's bed. Melissa bent down to take it up, looking at her daughter weirdly.

"I can expl-"

"I don't even wanna hear," she laughed.

"We haven't spent a lot of time together huh?" Melissa asked.

Come to think of it, that was completely true. Because of the night shift, Melissa would come home exhausted resulting in her sleeping up to one in the afternoon in which she'd get ready to leave for work at three, and so the cycle continues.

Khai simply nodded.

"I know," Melissa whispered. "But I got Thursday and Friday off. How about I rest up on Thursday and we hit the club on Friday?"

Khai laughed. "Oh god, mom. Shopping will do. I'd rather be mutilated than go clubbing with you."

Melissa clutched her heart in hurt, looking at her daughter with wide eyes. "Khai!"

"What?," she laughed.

Melissa rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she patted the bed. "C'mon, get to bed. It's almost three in the morning why are you even up?"

"Studying," Khai quickly lied. Something she hated doing.

"Alright," Melissa bent down to kiss her daughter's forehead. "Nanite Khai."

"Goodnight mom."

And with that, Melissa switched the light off and exiting the room. Khai smiled unknowingly, suddenly extremely excited for the day to be spent with her mother. Despite her disapproval of her relationship with Harry, Khai loved her mother dearly.

She was her best friend. There for her throughout everything. From her first steps to her middle school play, Melissa was always there. And Khai cannot seem to fathom words that would should her gratitude towards her. She knew her mother endured a lot, but never has she ever complained.

As Khai was dozing off, the sound of her phone invaded her eardrums.

Two text messages from Harry.

Harry: I love you.
Seen 2:54am

Harry: Don't even say you love me more, because its not possible. Goodnight, my love.
Seen 2:55am


But it is possible Harry, it is.

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