"Conventu": Close Your Eyes Part 4

When life gives you an obstacle

You take it and move on

But when moving on is impossible

You are left with a bond

A bond of helplessness

A bond of fatigue

A bond of failure

What happens when we can't pick ourselves up after we fall?

We'll see.

His room. Same as before. Now he is slouched on his bed. A blank look on his face as he eyes point to the ground. Seated lonely on a chair opposite him, amongst the mess on the ground,

Is her. Ponytail, leather jacket, fit, freckles, beautiful, kind. From how he usually describes her to others. But this day, something stands out from her.

Her panda eyes.

And a look of exhaustion on her. And in her hands, is a bottle of whiskey.

"Back to it huh?" he mutters.

"Ironic isn't it?" she says. "I miss you. It's been lonely here." "If we stay together now it'll be a freak show." Both chuckle a little. "It's easier to not give a damn anymore, isn't it? These few months trying to get over it. It's all my fault." He chokes up a little.

A long eerie silence.

"It's the first time I've talked to someone in a while." Droplets of tears trickle down his cheeks. She gingerly rises from her seat, takes a step towards him. With knees slightly bent, she embraces him. "It's so easy just being like this. Drink. Daze. Drink. Daze. Sleep. Daze. Not doing anything about it. It's effortless. What's up with you? Don't you live like a long way from here?"

Another. Awkward. Silence. They stay in their hugging position.

"We don't have to talk about it....." "It's, it's ok." she stutters. "Is it Chris again?" he questions. "Worse." She sits down next to him. "You know the thing that happened on the Gulf Coast?" "Yeah. Wait, was Chris involved?" I replied. "You know it said 'only 5 survived' and most of them drowned? He was one of the 10. He's so different now. Every morning I'd just see him stare outside. That's all he did. Then one night... one night, I was watching something with him. I'm not sure how it turned out that way, but we just started shouting at each other. Then he..... he leapt onto me....." she starts shivering.

"And took off my clothes......" she bursts out in tears.

"I know he's a good person, but......" she collapses in deep sorrow.

A beautiful, broken world with beautiful, broken people.

"Living with him's been a mess. But I still, love him. Now, when I go to church, I just blank out. I don't feel anything. Nothing. You haven't been reading have you?"

He looks at his table. The bible. "I've listened to others saying when they read it, they are comforted. Protected. I don't feel that anymore. I just want to drift." "Same here," she replies.

The two stare at each other.

"You want to take a walk outside? Get a little, fresh air."

Silence once again, except the squeaking sounds coming from the rotating fan above. "

"I just realized how much my place smells," he lets out a small chuckle. He looks down at the mess he has. "Did you walk from your place to here?" he asks. "Yeah." "I can try to talk to him if you want." "I'm not sure about that idea," she quickly replies. "Better now than later." he holds her hand and looks at her. "Sooner or later we have to get help," she says. He doesn't reply but says one more thing before they stand up.

"Let's go."

TO BE CONTINUED

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