"So, you've been living on your own ever since you left your mum's place?" I asked, and Nathaniel just nodded as he filled a page of the book in his hand. We were on his bed, lying side by side on our backs. I wasn't really don't anything but watching Nathaniel read. I liked to watch him do just about anything.
I hummed, thinking about what he's been through. To think he started living by himself when he was seventeen and was now twenty-four. I was almost nineteen and I was still a mama's boy. I'm not sure what fascinated me more; the fact that he started living on his own at such a young age, or the fact that he just shrugged it off like it was just another fact of his life.
"Do you miss your mother?" I asked, and I watched as he bit his bottom lip before closing the hardcover book in h
