The Countdown

Five...

"Five easy steps!" he laughed as I stumbled over my feet for the eleventh time. I never was one for dancing but he was determined to teach me his choreography. At first I didn't want to but it made him happy, when we danced together it gave his brain a break, gave him time to enjoy life instead of deducing everything he set his eyes on.

I've told him many times before how I do not love a lot of things, but dancing with him was one of them. I've let him know that without him I would  be dead and that every time I want to go, he stops me. He knew all of this before me telling him though, him and his deducing, but for some reason he never opened up to me, however during this dance lesson, his brain was too heavy with everything he kept up in there, he was breaking his back by carrying all his troubles and never sharing them with anyone to help him, he let it out.

"It's the only reason I love dancing, Jim," he told me, "it's the only reason I want you to dance with me. My brain curses me, all this deducing, all this keeping information locked up. It gets tiring and it forbids me from having fun most of the time, but when I dance with you, it pulls me out of this dark place which is my mind palace, I feel the same way as you a lot, sometimes I just want to jump off a building, but you stop me, you help me. I do not care how much you tell me you're a psychopath, you are still an amazing person with a brilliant mind and when we're together we can do anything. You make me happy. You are the one Jim".

He confided in me, during a dance session which is never sad, he told me information that he has told no one before, he told me information that made me worried about him but also care about him much more than I already did, but deep inside he is sad, just like me. We both stopped and for the first time, we saw each other, I mean I really saw him, his baggage and his 'curse', he's my other half. And he saw my brain, naked and bare like the psychopath that it is, that I am.

We stared into each others tear glazed eyes and realised we were made for each other, we were one, we loved each other, flaws and all.

"Jim... you're standing on my toe," he choked out a chuckle.

I went to apologise but his lips interrupted me and for once in both our lives, we felt love, and my psychotic brain paused to let love take over and allowed me to love him... allowed him to love me.

We saved each other from our own minds.

"Come on" he smiled after pulling away, "Right foot forward."