The Good, the Bad, and the Crazy. //+//A Complicated Love Story//+//

Chapter 8: Mary.

He left a half hour ago and I’m still smiling. I had a best friend again. We hadn’t been in a night long but I had missed him…a lot. Maybe even too much.

After making planes for tomorrow we just sat there for a pure hour, me in his lap, and my head on his shoulder. We didn’t speak, we didn’t listen, and we didn’t do anything. We just sat there while he played with my hair. Every now and then I would look up at him and we’d smile at each other. But other than that we just sat there. Sometimes he would just stare at my wrists, lift them up and press his warm lips against their cuts.

He seemed so sad that I had cut myself. It’s not like I hadn’t done it before, I do it all the time. Of course my doctor and Miss. Catch seem kind of worried but don’t push me to say anything I don’t want to, but Branson just came out and asked me. Begged me to tell him why I had done it. Pleaded with me to tell him the truth. So I did. And then…he cried. He cried and his warm tears landed on my cuts running down until they touched my skin that wasn’t broken, that I could feel.

Any doubts I might have had about him drifted away. He told me I was safe in his arms. I’ve never had a place to fall, never had someone that I knew would catch me, but I’m pretty sure I can fall right into him and he’ll keep me from hitting the ground each time. He’ll catch me.

There’s still Layla to worry about though. I may be the best friend…but she’s the girlfriend. I couldn’t help but notice though, that the way he held me, the way he looked at me; it was very much like those movies I’d seen. Or the plays I’d watched. I couldn’t help but notice he looked at me the way he’s supposed to look at Layla. Maybe there was hope for us yet. But I stopped myself there. I couldn’t get my hopes up. The higher I dream the farther I fall. That’s just science.