Her Love Is Traumatic

Where it all started

It was all blurry and black, her surroundings and her mind when a torch light was suddenly directed towards her face.

"Woah.. You scared me girl." said the man who was holding the torch.

Christine tried to open her eyes but the light was making it difficult for her. She then pulled her hand out on which her face was resting previously. She used her fingers to hold her eyelids from falling and tried to examine her surroundings.

"Sooo beautifooool.... nice .......
but why does heaven looks so much like my favourite bar downtown?........
Aah....(hiccups)...
but no wine for me?...
Okay...
I will sleep then"

this was all Christine could mumble before again dropping her head over the table at the end of the bar.

"I would regret to inform you miss, but you successfully failed in drinking yourself to death.. I am afraid I have to ask you to leave as it's time to close the bar"

"You look pretty handsome mister... (hiccups again)
Haha.. (again)

Are you an angel?? ...

Hahaha...

Makes sense.... 

I am pretty, you are handsome...

Perfect " 

Christine said fluttering her eyelashes dreamily when suddenly her phone rings.

"Mr. Angel, can you answer this for me while I have my beauty sleep, haha...

you are so cute....

okay, answer it...

bye bye... bye bye "

and that's it, she slumped over her seat again drowsing off..

Hello...

This Miss .......  yeah she drank a lot....
You can pick her up from bar Olive Avenue, Downtown...

Please make it quick ...

Aah, I better turn the lights on again and clean the bar counter to save time for tomorrow morning.. why is life always unfair to me??

Fifteen minutes later .

"Christine..... Kay..... Kay.... Where is she"

"Over there" pointed the bartender

There she was, peacefully sleeping with empty wine bottles surrounding her pretty face.

"Wake up Kay.. come, I'll drop you back to your apartment " said Robert

"Aah, who are you " she mumbled rubbing her eyes trying hard to clear her blurred vision

"Bestieee...." she jumped over him shouting in excitement
" I knew you would follow me to heaven, I love you bestie "

"We are not in heaven Kay... Get off me, you stink"

"No, I am the queen of heaven, you should carry me, I am sleepy... Or let that pretty angel take care of me, I'll go to him."

She tried to run towards the bar counter but fell miserably after two steps..

"Okay fine, here hold my hand and get up, I'll carry you home now"

It was 4 in the morning when Robert finally dropped Christene to the apartment and made her lie on the bed..

He went downstairs and fell asleep over the couch.

Christine woke up the next morning with a groggy head and a dry mouth, the remnants of last night’s drinking still heavy in her system. The sunlight streaming through the curtains felt too bright, making her wince as she tried to sit up. She glanced around her bedroom, trying to piece together the events of the previous night.

A soft knock on the door made her look up, and a moment later, Robert appeared with a cup of coffee in hand.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he said with a gentle smile, holding out the cup to her.

She accepted it gratefully, wrapping her hands around the warm mug. “Thanks, Rob,” she murmured, taking a small sip. The coffee was strong and bitter, just the way she liked it. It grounded her, bringing her back to reality.

“How are you feeling?” Robert asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Christine took another sip, considering the question. “Like I got hit by a truck,” she admitted, managing a weak smile. “But better now that I have coffee.”

Robert chuckled softly. “I figured you might need it. I also made some toast, if you’re up for it.”

She shook her head. “Not yet, but thanks.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, the steam from the coffee curling up in the morning light. Christine could feel Robert’s concern radiating off him, but he didn’t push her to talk. He never did, and she was grateful for that. He was always there, a steady presence, even when she was at her lowest.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked gently after a while.

Christine stared into her coffee, watching the dark liquid ripple slightly. “Not really,” she said quietly. “I just… I don’t know, Rob. I don’t know why I keep doing this to myself.”

Robert reached out and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “You don’t have to figure it all out right now, Kay. Just take it one step at a time.”

She nodded, appreciating his patience. “I will. I’ll try.”

Robert stood up and gave her a reassuring smile. “I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”

After he left, Christine took another sip of her coffee, letting the warmth spread through her. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and walked over to the window, pulling the curtains aside. The city outside was already bustling with life, cars honking and people going about their day. She pressed her forehead against the cool glass, staring out at the world, her mind drifting back to a different time.

It had been twelve years. Twelve years ago, during a summer that felt like a lifetime away. She had been at summer school, a place she didn’t particularly want to be, but her parents had insisted. That’s where she had first seen Lara.

Lara had been sitting by herself, looking awkward and out of place. She was a short, introverted girl, with her hair falling into her eyes as she stared down at the book in her lap. Christine, who was always quick to make friends, had approached her with a smile, offering to play together. But Lara declined, her voice quiet and hesitant, as if she wasn’t used to talking to people. Christine had been taken aback, thinking Lara was arrogant or simply uninterested. It wasn’t the reaction she was used to, and it had left her feeling slightly annoyed.

The memory made Christine feel restless.
She turned around and took another sip of now cold coffee and mumbled, " This is where it all started"..