"How did you feel?"Īled took another sip. He'd cared about that more than his hair in the moment, although Aled had mourned for it too later, as it fell in little blonde clumps in the shower. He'd worried his Mum had scared her off for good. It was Frances' horrified expression that stuck out the most of all in that memory. “I think it traumatised Frances,” he settled for. He had taken one of Frances’ headbands to push it back it felt good, to wear something soft and feminine like that. ![]() His hair fell past his shoulders now, still a soft shade of pink at the bottom. It had grown back fully since then - and more - but the memory still stung. That was fucked up.”Īled winced, going to touch his hair. “Cutting your hair with kitchen scissors. “Frances told me about what she did to you,” Carys said, continuing on. “Fuck her,” he agreed, a little half-heartedly. If they were going to talk about Mum already, he’d need it. It’s not something to apologise for.”Īled took a long sip of his drink. “I’m sure Mum would be scandalised but fuck her. ![]() It makes sense now, I got diagnosed with autism a few months ago.” But I was always fucking up with how I said things. “I was a little jealous of how easy it was for you to talk to people.” ![]() You were always an extrovert,” Aled replied. She’d thrown them all away during her clear out. His mum had insisted on beige ("in case you grow out of it Allie"), so Aled had covered every wall in posters and prints instead. He hadn’t been allowed purple walls anyway. But it felt weird to mention Universe City to Carys when it was all for her. Even before he’d recorded the first episode. Purple always felt like the colour of Universe City, even before Frances’ art. “I remember you begging for purple walls as a kid.” “Is purple still your favourite colour?” Carys asked. Aled stirred it with the paper straw, already wilting. She sat back down, pouring them a drink each. A chasm had grown between them since they started high school and it still loomed imposingly between them.Ĭarys returned with another jug of the purple cocktail, plus two cups. It had been almost three years since she ran away, but even longer since it felt like they had connected. ![]() For most people it was probably normal to grab a drink with your sibling and catch up but Aled had been on edge about it all week. Carys had been the one who called and suggested they meet up, since she had taken the train from London for the weekend. He sort of wished they had stayed, even if it felt a little childish.Īled and Carys had hung out since their reunion, but never alone. She and Frances had been the ones to drop him off. He looked outside, catching Raine’s car as she drove away. Carys had got their first and picked out a booth by the window. She disappeared to the bar, leaving him at an empty table. Carys played it off by grabbing the empty jug, now only a mush of ice and watery purple cocktail. A moment too late he realised they probably should have hugged (Aled loved hugs) first. “So, small talk first or should we jump straight into our childhood trauma?” Carys said instead of hello.Īled blinked, one arm out of his jacket. How much it means to me that you're tryingĪnd I don't mind if you can't hold me like you used toīut this is just a bump in the road and I promise I'm trying
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