[Gold’s POV]
I stood there for a few minutes quietly in my own thoughts and watched the car which was now long vanished. I was distracted by the buzzing of my phone, the caller ID displayed “Sweet Mum” I picked up.
“Hey honey, sorry to call you at work”
“Good day Mum, no, it is fine, call me anytime.”
“You know, I really did not call for a particular reason, I can end the call, so you can concentrate.” she sounded uncertain.
My mum does this when she is worried about me, and it has been a while since we spoke. Back at home she would only have to knock at my door, and ask if I’m okay, or if I needed anything and she was like that almost everytime I am in some sort of issue, or having mood swings, like she senses it or we were connected or something.
“Mum, you miss me right? I miss yo
