"Honey, wake up you're going to miss your flight again. Okay, it's fine by me. I didn't want to say goodbye to you anyway. Oh, I'm going to miss you so much again God I hate it that you have to go there on every goddamn weekend. Heeey do you hear me? You are so sleepy I wonder how you put up with that job."
Chris woke up with the voice of Lyla. He loved her voice. He loved how she looked frustrated on every Friday morning. Every minute that he got to spend with her was a treasure. It was still dark in the streets of New York. He got up and put on his suit as always. He caught Lyla staring at him in the mirror. Those fairwells never get easier, they thought at the same time. Lyla was already counting the days until his retirement. That would make more than ten thousands of days but she still kept her faith that one day he would get tired of it too. Every weekend at a forgotten town in Texas? That is insane, she thought, even for Chris. However she always had a thing for insane people. Chris was the one she was sure of it. If he would propose to her she would've yelled HELL YES but the proposal never came. Guys nowadays do not intend to get married until they are 35, she thought. But she had already started cutting wedding dresses of magazines. Chris never saw them. Would it even change something? Unfortunately no. Even if he wanted it to.
He ate the bagels with the cream cheese that Lyla prepared for him. After a few kisses and goodbyes, Chris was on his way to the airport and Lyla was back to her sleep.
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Double Lives
Short StoryChris has always loved his big bro until the day he died. On that day he made a promise to him, a promise that would change his whole life.
