«So... how is he?» Owen asked me, when we got a moment alone and away from all the chaos.
«He's so sweet. I think I'm falling in love with him, honestly» I answered, smiling, with a cup of tea in my hand.
«Good for you! Now, promise me that if I'm no longer with you in a few years, you'll name your
first child Owen.»
«Who says it's gonna be a boy?» I teased, sipping from my cup of tea. «Also, why do you have so
damn depressing? It's the holidays.»
«Just wanna make sure you'll be okay without me.»
Just before the Saturday Night Live Christmas break, Cecily has to deal with a lot: her beloved family, her work, her past relationships; she's tired and thinking about letting herself go to waste, not wanting her friends' help, thinking that trying to save her life is not worth it, when she meets a random man in a bar, that helps her find her own happiness, as Cecily starts asking herself: "is this just a phase, or am I healing again?".
DISCLAIMER: this story is not based on the memoir that Cecily wrote, it is purely fictional, even though some things are based on real life events that she talked about in her book.
English isn't my first language, so I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors in the story.
"You were worried about me, Specs?" He smirked.
"No, Tyler. I hoped that someone cut up your corpse and fed it to paranas. Obviously I was, you idiot! I'm a doctor. Worrying about people is kind of programmed into my system. It's a curse if you ask me," I surprised myself a lot more than I thought was possible with my answer.
And what did he do? Laugh! He fucking laughed! Not full on rolling- on- the- floor laughter but a laugh nonetheless.
"This isn't funny, Tyler."
"It kind of is. Almost a month ago, I would've sworn that you hated me. Be careful, Specs," he squinted down at me, "or you might actually sound as if you like me."
I rolled my eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. I was concerned. Don't confuse that with affection. It's two very, very different things."
***
When you think that all is not lost in the world.
That not all men are pricks and that not all sushi is bad.
When you think that there is a light, no matter how dim, at the end of the tunnel.
When you think that life isn't the ruthless bitch you've always thought it was...
It turns around and bites you in the ass.
When you think that the past will always and forever remain where it should be...
It comes at you from every direction. Like a violent tsunami destroying everything...and everyone in it's path.
Can you change what happened?
I wish.
Can you stop what's going to happen?
God! I really hope so.