Breakeven (Falling to Pieces)

Chapter One(Astrid)

I don't know how to feel anymore since I lost my husband and my two children's, I was slipping into a dark place that I was drowning into a pitch black water that I couldn't reach the surfaces something was pulling me down, that it wanted me to stay there. For the pass six years, six years they've been taken from me, I shut everyone around me out of my life.

Today, I had packed everything that belonged to my late husband and late children's hoping the darkness would leave me alone. But it's still there waiting for me, inside my mind and heart, never told anyone about it, my therapist told me to move forward and try to make peace.

After I put everything up, I close the door and lock it. That when I heard the door bell, moving away from the door walking towards the front. I look into the peephole to see my mother? I unlocked the door opening it "sweetheart?"

"Hey, mom?" I replied to her "come in, I'll make us to coffee." Moving to the side to let her in. She step inside as so close the door behind her. "How's dad?"

She turn to face me "he's good, he wanted to came but he know you're taken one step at a time to see everyone." She said notice the living room "I see you taken the photos down?"

I looked down "yes, my therapist told me to take one step at a time, taken pictures down and pack everything." I told her walking towards the kitchen to make us some coffee.

An hour went by, my mother and I started talking about my grief and how I felt. But I never told her about my darkness "I'm glad you call me." She said "I really miss you."

"Me too, mom. I'm sorry."

She smile "you don't need to be sorry, my Astrid.... I would have done the same thing." Taken a hold of my hand in hers. "You can always stop by." I smile at her but it was just a sad smile. I miss my parents, and I want to move forward. She and I keep talking about what am I going to do, my mother still has the flower shop and I want to go help her out.

"Do you still help at the flower shop?" I asked her

"Of course, love... you're always welcome to help out." She said as I smile at her. She looked at her watch on her wrist "oh dear, I promise your father that we're going out." She finish her coffee mug, we both stood up "I'll talk to you later, sweetheart." My mother said as we both hug each other "just take one step as a time." I held her close to me.

"I love you, mom." I told her

"I love you, too, sweetheart." She replied to me, she pulled away grabbed her purse, letting herself out as I felt little happy that I'm talking to my mother again.

Suddenly my cell phone went off as I picked it up off the coffee table to see a text from one of friends. She wanted to know if I'm free later on today, I replied to her that I was free. She text back right away that the gang it meeting up at the usual spot. It's for me to get back out there.

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It become night, I step into the bar, it's packed but not to pack. I looked around to see if I spot one of my friends? That when someone called out my name "Astrid?" I hear a familiar voice behind me, I turn around to see Cyrax?

"Cyrax?"

He smile at me with a nod, Cyrax is one of my close childhood friends. He and I hug each other. "I'm so sorry about your family." He said "I'm sorry, I couldn't make it to the funeral." Holding close to him.

"It's okay... you were cross state and Viggo too." I told him, pulling away from the hug "are you visiting?" I asked him

"No, I recently moved back and Viggo as well, he's coming later..." i nodded at him, to be honest I never felt alone. He and Viggo were my comfort and my close friends/family. They were best friends with my late husband.