Not Alone

Chapter 4: Source

I wake up to a knock on the door. I look at the time real fast, it's 5:30 p.m. I guess I took a "power nap" without knowing. I real don't know a lot of what's going on anymore. I walk to the door and open it. I look like crap and I know it, but I really don't care. My eyes are closed when I open the door, and Cassidy is standing there. Why can't she leave me alone so I can stop being in pain. My whole body stiffens up at the sight of her and my heart leaps.

"I believe I have some clothes of mine still over here. Sorry to bother you." The words flow out of her mouth like a river. I watch her lips as she forms every word carefully but surely.

I'm stunned when he talks so all I do in response is gesture her to come in.

She walks in goes straight to her drawer of stuff in my night stand and dumps it all into a box. I watch her for a while. But as the pang in my chest starts to come back I go into the kitchen and make a bowl of cereal. Before I finish poring all of the cereal into the bowl the box is yanked out of my hand and say on the counter. My jaw drops open and I look up to see her putting ingredients in a pan.

"What are you doing?" I ask my voice croaks as I talk.

"I'm not going to let you starve." She says.

I sit there staring at her, she stares back. I look at her beautiful face for as long as I can then she turns back around and as franticly going through my kitchen, cooking and picking stuff up. While the meal is cooking she unloads the dishwasher (of course she knows where everything goes) and then she picks up all the envelopes that are scattered across the table top and neatly stacks them on the built in desk. Then she places a plate of scrabbled eggs and bacon in front of me. I stare at the plate jaw still dropped then I stare at her. She smirks and shrugs, then goes right back to cleaning. I eat every bite off of my plate. Then I sit there for a while not knowing what to do, but I slowly begin to inch my way to the couch and begin to watch t.v.

Cassidy is no longer cleaning the bathroom. I don't want to ask questions, because I'm scared it will scare her off, like a delicate little butterfly. And her presence overwhelms me with joy.

I sit there for a while then I get up, grab a broom and start sweeping all the wooden floors. I see her walk by our of the corner of my eye, she stops for a moment, smiles. And then keeps walking. It makes me smile too because I know even it was just for a moment I was her source of happiness again.