Reminiscing

Rest On Me

Candice's POV~

The whole talking with Nancy was useless.

I seriously thought she would open up to me. But I was wrong.

After joining her in our room, she wouldn't even open her mouth to speak. She had showered and changed into much more comfortable clothes. She had accepted my coffee and drank it quietly. But whenever I asked her what was bothering her, she wouldn't answer. She would only close her eyes and clench her jaw.

After a few minutes of trying to get through to her, I gave up.

It was obvious that I wasn't going to be able to get through to her. So I turned off the lights and climbed under the blankets.

The night was eerily quiet and I wasn't able to sleep. I was worried about Nancy. What was it with her? Something was obviously bothering her and she wasn't telling me.

But why wasn't she?

I glanced to my side and I faced her back. I wondered if she was fast asleep or if she was unable to, just like me.

I observed her silently.

Her broad shoulders glimmered under the moonlight. Her short blonde hair was cut in a perfect bob. She then rolled over onto her back.

She had been tossing and turning all night. I wanted her to let it all out but she refused.

That's when I heard her sniffling.

I stared at her with wide eyes. I was tempted to ask her what was wrong yet again. But I didn't want her to feel pressured.

Why was I even worrying about her?

With a sigh I took her hand in mine. I was going to support her even if she did make my life a living hell. I would be here for her even though she was never here for me. Because I now knew that deep inside there was still a tiny piece of that bubbly blonde girl I once fell in love with. She still possessed some sort of emotion. Those lifeless, blue eyes of hers were now welling in tears. I could see all the pain and sorrow behind them. She was capable of feeling something.

Her soft sniffles turned into muffled noises and her crying became more evident.

I was kind of scared actually. She was hurting and I didn't know what to do. So I did the first thing that came to my mind.

I placed her head on my chest and I wrapped my arms tightly around her. Her soft crying then turned into uncontrollable sobbing. I shushed her and soothed her as best as I could. Then I felt her strong arms resting over my torso.

I gulped.

My heartbeat quickened and I suddenly felt nervous. Nancy hadn't hugged me in months! And just now I was experiencing her strong grip around me. I knew I shouldn't be thinking of this right now, but I couldn't help it.

I continued to soothe her as I ran my fingers through her short, blonde and soft hair. I caressed her soft face and I rested my hand over her cheek. Pressing her closer to my chest.

"A-Alex is gone." She said it so softly I was barely able to hear it. "H-He passed away. He's d-dead."

I instantly stopped caressing her hair. Alex died?! This is what it was all about?

I couldn't believe it. It had to be some sort of misunderstanding. Alex couldn't be dead, he just couldn't.

But then I realized that it was true. This explained Nancy's behaviour. He was the reason she was crying. Her only brother died and she was broken because of his death. They were always very close. Now Nancy had become an only child.

I just found out that her twin brother died and I didn't know what to say.

It wasn't like I could just up and say I'm so sorry your twin brother died.

No!

Alex was an awesome guy. He was always loud, charismatic and optimistic. Nothing was able to dampen that boy's mood. He would always be smiling. Whether he was okay or not. I admired him for that actually. He could care less about what people thought of him. I enjoyed to spend time with him and just talk. We could be talking about anything and I would still be comfortable around him.

I pushed all my thoughts aside and focused on Nancy. I began to caress her hair yet again. I was silently thanking her for trusting me with this. For finally opening up to me and confessing what was bothering her.

I placed a sweet, comforting kiss on her head and I heard her sigh. I took this as a good sign because she didn't pull away. I hugged her closer to me, silently urging her to fall asleep.

A few moments later her sniffling stopped and the rise and fall of her chest indicated that she had fell asleep. I didn't mind her sleeping on me. I didn't mind hugging her or being able to touch her again. I didn't mind her arms around me or her face over my breasts.

Deep inside I loved the feeling of being able to touch each other once again. It didn't bother me at all.

Did it bother her though? How would we be in the morning? Would she ignore this night and act as if nothing happened? Or would she continue to avoid me and find her refuge in alcohol?

God, I hoped not!

An emotionally unstable Nancy, near alcohol, wouldn't turn out great. It would cause her too much trouble and I would have to suggest her to lay back from it for a while. If only she would listen.

I glanced at my clock and sighed. I needed to catch some sleep. Tomorrow would be a busy day at work and I needed my repairing sleep. So with one last look towards Nancy, I closed my eyes and drifted off into slumber.

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