Flower Girl. (Chris Evans)

Chapter 13

FLOR.

I've let Chris cry for a while before turning of the water and picking him up, then I helped him change to some dry clothes before borrowing some for myself and then I placed him in bed to let him sleep for a while.

I went to the living room to clean up a bit, it's not dirty as it's messy, there's empty energy drinks everywhere and there are a few script sheets out of place.

I decide to call Robert and let him know I'll be staying here for tonight.

CHRIS.

I wake up and it's noon. I know I wasn't alone when I felt asleep or was it a dream? No, I definitely wasn't wearing this clothes yesterday. I get out of bed to go look outside and I find Flor on the kitchen.

"Good morning" she turns around before nodding.

"Sit down please, it's almost ready."

I'm ashamed to tell her that I'm not allowed to eat a lot of stuff so maybe I'll just hit the gym an extra time this week. She places a plate in front of me and I realized it's actually something I can eat.

"It's caldito de pollo (chicken broth) it's comforting food but it's also healthy so don't worry about your diet."

"You didn't need to make anything, we could've order something but thank you, I really appreciate it."

"Chris, you need to eat properly." I nod without replying.

I start eating and it's so good, I didn't know she was this good of a cook we have mostly shared breakfast or dinners, but it wasn't always home cooked.

She sighs "Are you ready to talk now?" I shrug my shoulders, "Chris you can't keep going like this."

"I don't know what's going on, how are you so well and I'm so fucked up?" I know it's a shitty thing to say, but it's something that has been eating me.

"I'm not so well, but I'm not destroying myself either."

"It's not that I want to, it's just that I'm not myself right now."

"Can I ask you something and you be honest with me?" I nod because I would never lie to her "have you been talking to your therapist?"

I sigh "no, I haven't, last time she recommended that I should start taking anxiolytics."

"And what's wrong with that?"

"I don't like to take them, I can control my anxiety without them."

"Right now it doesn't look like you can, and that's okay, you don't need to do it alone, you can get better." I know she's right but what would people think of me if it goes out that I have to take medication.

"I don't want to be weak."

"I believe it's really brave to seek help when you need to, and it takes a lot of strength to accept that you can't do it alone."

"You don't need help."

"Chris, I don't have anxiety. I miss you, of course I do, and I realize we left things pretty badly but we always said it was both of us or neither."