The Tragic Life

Chapter 27

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Today marks the second anniversary of Lewis' death. I'm getting on with my morning as best I can, but there's a dark cloud following me. Jamie got home sometime last week, but with work still calling on him, we haven't had the time to see each other more than two times.

I'm feeling jaded, by him, by my past...by myself.

When they first diagnosed me with depression, the doctor said that it was something I would have to live with now, and I remember thinking that she was wrong at the time. It was a one time thing that I would ride out of, but the more I reflect on my life, the more I think she was right.

There has been many times that I couldn't grab the energy to drag myself from bed, and would regularly fall out of love with something I was always passionate about.

I'm already sniffling down the line when Yasmin picks up the phone. "I'm struggling today, Yas."

It sounds like she's closing a door in the distance. "Oh, babe, I thought you would be. Do you need me there?"

"Yes, please. If you can," I whisper, bringing my legs up to rest my chin on my knees.

"Is Jay with you?" she replies, whispering something to Matt afterwards as I hear him asking questions.

"No," I say, clearing my throat. "No, I haven't seen him much since he got back from Italy."

She growls like a mama lion about to protect her cubs. "What do you mean? You told him what today was, right?"

Briefly, but I thought he was listening enough to know it's going to be hard for me. "Yes."

"And, it's okay for you to cancel everything in his hour of need, but not okay for him to do the same?" she replies, breathing heavy as it sounds like she's climbing the stairs.

"Maybe he thinks that I'm over it," I reply, putting her on speakerphone so I can shoot Jamie a text message. Maybe he needs for me to spell it out.

"Don't be daft. You're bound to be feeling something. It's still raw. Two years is nothing. I'll be there in a few hours. I need to squeeze you," she replies, telling me to make sure the kettle is boiled upon her arrival.

Like she has to ask.

It's almost two hours later when she's pushing her way into my house, filling the room with her sweet perfume. A hug from her is exactly what I need right now, as she clings to me with her fingers digging in to the skin of my shoulders.

"You've lost weight," is the first thing she says as she pulls back to let her eyes give me a once over. "I told you that you didn't need to diet last week. You're eating, right?"

Yes. "I can't stop. I have no idea how I've lost weight."

Yasmin throws her bag down near the staircase before strutting towards my kitchen. "I hope you kept your word about boiling the kettle."

I smile at the back of her head. "Yep, I even put the coffee in the mug ready for you."

"Oh, it's decaf, right?" she replies, an uneasiness in her eyes.

My frown is gentle. "Yes, why?"

Biting her bottom lip, she whispers, "I'm pregnant."

Shock. Excitement. Disbelief. It all runs through me. "Shut up."

"You can't tell a soul," she replies, placing her hands together. "Please, babe. Matt will kill me."

"I won't, but, bloody hell, Yasmin. You're pregnant!" I say, feeling my feet leave the floor.