The Future Is Uncertain
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Sitting on the bed, she just wept. And wept. Alone, in the dark loft, on his bed. She just needed him to be with her. She didn't ask for a lot at all, just to be with the people she loved and to live and love in return.
Yet, he wasn't there. She was alone.
She could smell the burnt turkey in the kitchen. It wasn't every day where they had a feast. Hell, it wasn't every day where they had a lot to eat. They didn't cook the turkey themselves, no heat (of course), but lucky for them Collins had a friend who owned a small store, and lent them the last turkey in stock.
She looked out the window, gazing at the city, wondering if she would always be alone.
Just then, he walked in. In his jeans and ovesized sweatshirt (the only way he could survive the frost of the loft), he sat down next to her. They both didn't say anything; she just gazed out the window, and he just sat there, unsure of what to say.
He knew she had been crying. He took his fingers and softly rubbed them against her moist cheeks. Still, no one said anything.
She began to cry again,
"What's the point of Thanksgiving? Huh? What do we have to live for? Roger, look at us. We're two HIV-Positive bohemians who are practically living each day just to be closer to dying. Our future is uncertain, we could die now Roger! Why both living, is there a point knowing that at any day you can be gone?"
Abruptly, he stood up,
"Damnit Mimi! You're alive! Isn't that something to be thankful for? We've beat the odds and we're still here! You can't think about the future! You need to take every day and live it to it's fullest. If you die tomorrow, you can die happy knowing you ween't dreading death. Don't let this control your life!"
She began to cry again. She never saw the point of Thanksgiving, and after being diagnosed with HIV, she hated it even more. She buried her head in her hands and began to sob harder. She knew he was right. She couldn't let the virus take over.
He sat down next to her and took her shaking, crying body into his own. He comforted her, soothed her. He would help her through this, through this realization that there really was no day but today.
Yet, in his own mind, he knew that it was going to take more than his words to help her. He needed to be there with her, to let her know she was going to be fine. She was, right? That was uncertain, yet together, he knew they would overcome anything.