Gregory POV
I watched as Christophe slept knowing this was the last night he would be here. He was leaving tomorrow morning, his bags were packed and against the door. There was no way he would stay, not after everything that has happened. We finally decided this was it, the fighting hitting a breaking point.
Though it wasn't always like this I can't remember what we were like before. I don't remember anything though I wondered if he remembered. I shook his shoulder earning a groan from him, as he sat up looking at me.
"Chris what was it like before we fought, help me remember. I asked.
"Gregory I don't remember zat was ze past eet won't help now." He said laying back down. I sighed wishing he had made an effort to remember.
I lie back down and think of back when we used to love each other. If the nights we would stay up, arms around each other. That was back when we wouldn't act like we were fighting to friends. I remembered we would pretend to love each other until we were alone again.
3rd POV
"Gregory you could have smiled a leettle less." Christophe said walking into the house.
"And you could have smiled Christophe. What's you point?" Gregory said, slamming the door as he walked in behind Christophe.
"You looked like you were een pain." Christophe said glaring at Gregory.
"I looked like I was I pain says the man who had to disagree on everything and be difficult."
"Oui cause I do deesagree weez your ideas."
"So you could have lied a little more."
"So could you beetch."
"Whatever Chris just stop being a bloody frog."
"You know what beetch fuck you," Christophe said slamming the door, as he walked out on the fight. Gregory stood there hearing the door slam again knowing just like all the fights before he would be back.
Gregory's POV
I sighed thinking of that fight and rolled over, 6:50 the clock shined back. I got up and decided to shower since I couldn't sleep again. As I readied myself for the day I couldn't help but think what if Christophe forgot what it was like before we fought.
As we got ready to depart I looked at those dark hazel eyes that had seen love, hate, death, and hell by eight years old look at me. I wondered if I would ever see them again or if they would be any different, maybe happier maybe sadder.
"Mole before you leave help me remember please it's all I need Christophe." I asked one last time.
"Mon cher back zen we would seet out at night and talk about meesions and ze past. I don't remember more but I remember you loved to lay een bed and talk more after sex. You would wait teell I got home to keess me goodnight. I loved you, and you loved
me. Steel do and I want you to remember zat Mon amour." Christophe said giving me one last kiss on the cheek before grabbing his bags and leaving.