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>I'm let out of her grasp. She's smiling pretty wide at me.
>"Something change?"
>"Think I finally got everything at least sorted. Still not good but not confused at all times." She gently strokes my arm as I speak. Feels good.
>"You still think we need to psych visits?" She's a bit hesitant. Must not be too big of a fan of the shrinks and their ilk. No, I'd better not shirk that.
>"Yeah." I defeatedly admit. Thankfully she doesn't push.
>That's enough for her. I spend the rest of the afternoon hanging with Nick on the couch, just letting a comfortable nothingness strike. It's appreciated beyond words.
>Night approaches and I'm shuffled right into bed. Night's have been pretty rough, being alone with my thoughts and all.
>Not tonight. The first night of the rest of my life. No spillage, no outbursts. It hurts, don't get me wrong but it's the right hurt. The hurt that I can slowly unravel. Grief.
>My dreams are still and meaningless. They don't even intrude into waking hours. The second my eyes open they're chased away to not be heard from again. Good.
>I start to rise and feel the gentle ache. It's so much weaker now. Not sure if that's my will suppressing it finally or if I'm actually healing. Either is more than acceptable.
>Breakfast is already wafting through the air. I'm starving. I only half-limp out and into the kitchen. Nick's hard at work trying to murder me with a breakfast worth twice my daily caloric intake.
>I greedily dig at it. Small talk is made about the day. The band's coming over again. Reminds me of my new duties. I check the extra phone and notice the engagement is off the charts.
>My spirits lift. I did something. It may have been a layup but it was me. I hear a vocalization of great joy.
>I look up to see Nick beaming at me.
>"That was a smile." I touch my own face. It's taught. I'm smiling.
cont.
>I'm let out of her grasp. She's smiling pretty wide at me.
>"Something change?"
>"Think I finally got everything at least sorted. Still not good but not confused at all times." She gently strokes my arm as I speak. Feels good.
>"You still think we need to psych visits?" She's a bit hesitant. Must not be too big of a fan of the shrinks and their ilk. No, I'd better not shirk that.
>"Yeah." I defeatedly admit. Thankfully she doesn't push.
>That's enough for her. I spend the rest of the afternoon hanging with Nick on the couch, just letting a comfortable nothingness strike. It's appreciated beyond words.
>Night approaches and I'm shuffled right into bed. Night's have been pretty rough, being alone with my thoughts and all.
>Not tonight. The first night of the rest of my life. No spillage, no outbursts. It hurts, don't get me wrong but it's the right hurt. The hurt that I can slowly unravel. Grief.
>My dreams are still and meaningless. They don't even intrude into waking hours. The second my eyes open they're chased away to not be heard from again. Good.
>I start to rise and feel the gentle ache. It's so much weaker now. Not sure if that's my will suppressing it finally or if I'm actually healing. Either is more than acceptable.
>Breakfast is already wafting through the air. I'm starving. I only half-limp out and into the kitchen. Nick's hard at work trying to murder me with a breakfast worth twice my daily caloric intake.
>I greedily dig at it. Small talk is made about the day. The band's coming over again. Reminds me of my new duties. I check the extra phone and notice the engagement is off the charts.
>My spirits lift. I did something. It may have been a layup but it was me. I hear a vocalization of great joy.
>I look up to see Nick beaming at me.
>"That was a smile." I touch my own face. It's taught. I'm smiling.
cont.