Flip Side of Love

Chapter 9

TUESDAY

"Day two, I'm impressed. I expected this to start some time yesterday but you've held out." Nicky hummed, as she stared at Christopher's weeping figure. Christopher himself, was on the couch bawling his eyes out. It was not a wailing type of cry rather, an uncontrollable cry. The kind of cry where your tear ducts forget they had an actual function. The kind of cry when you start heaving not from the force of the cries but, from the heaviness in your chest. Trying by all means to vacate your body. The cry when your body continues to shake even after you've passed out due to the pain from a migraine.

"It's not fair."

"Life's not fair shnookums." Nicky told Christopher softly.

"This wasn't supposed to happen. I'm only twenty seven, for crying out loud!"

"Oh honey, no one said it was fair."

"I should have died before any of this happened." Christopher continued to yell.

"And what, leave me to deal with the aftermath? That's a bit selfish darling, don't you think?" Nicky asked patronisingly.

"I'm just tired," Christopher finally let out after a brief pause. Anyone could have heard the complete and utter defeat in his words.

"How about you go to sleep, yeah? Before the headache gets any worse, give your body a chance to calm down." Nicky suggested, a frown taking over her features at Christopher's raw confession.

"I don't want to see the dreams anymore." Christopher admitted hauntingly.

"Why don't you just enjoy them as they are; beautiful memories."

"How can I do that when they just remind me?"

"Your subconscious is missing something and this is the only way it knows how to fill that void. Cut it some slack and let it try and heal."

"Well It would be better if it didn't tear out my heart in the process." Christopher mumbled as he rubbed his eyes.

"The good old mind versus heart dilemma huh?" Nicky snickered, from her position on top of the back of the couch. She let one of her hands fall so she could ruffle Christopher's hair. Christopher closed his eyes at the ghost of a touch, his lips turning up to form a small smile at the feeling. He missed the touch, and happily leaned into it, reclining on the couch until he was in a slouching position. One that Nicky would definitely tell him off for, 'don't come crying to me when you've got a sore back.'

"What are you laughing at?" Nicky asked him, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Why did you make me stay home?"

"Cause as Geoffrey said, you're fooling yourself with the whole routine thing you've got going on. I don't think you've actually taken a moment to let it all sink in."