Prologue: Winter
I wrapped my arms around her as I began to quietly weep. I held her head against my chest. Peering through the window I could see Effy crying as well, standing like that for a while consumed by her emotions. I laid my head on Naomi's weak chest holding on as my eyes closed. Slowly I drifted off wishing that this was a dream and I could just go back to reality. Yet I couldn't dream I had to face the reality, my girlfriend was sick, very sick at that. Squeezing I tried to stop the tears from coming out of my eyes. At the same time I refused to open them because of what lay in front of the dark shelter they provided. Her hand held mine as I felt the cold fluid running through her IV into her veins. If only I could be them going inside her, I would go fight these monsters destroying my true love, my one and only 'lobster' Naomi Campbell. Peering outside I saw Effy walk away, I was mad at her but at least now I was with Naomi. Reflecting on my actions I felt a bit bad for the way I acted towards her because she had just done what her friend wanted her to. They've been best friends for a while now so I can understand it I suppose. At the same time Naomi and I have been together since college back at Roundview. I've loved her ever since, even before that, although it has been harder lately since I went to New York to work on my photography. Now I've decided to stay here to be with Naomi, she's more important than my work. Sadly lately I don't know what's happened to her between the careless drinking, smoking and lack of motivation. I see that she wants to be a comedian but perhaps this experience has opened her eyes about life. She's just so much better than that; it's not what she's meant to do. I'm also starting to realize that I too need to find a new vocation because photography may be my passion but it doesn't pay too well. I look over at Naomi, she's changed so much even from the last time I saw her. Back in college Naomi had bright blonde hair cut to a shorter length. I remember her vibrant blue eyes drawing me in to her. She made some mistakes but we all do and our love is stronger than that. Last time I saw her she looked like herself, with her long now brown hair. Her eyes still shined, they were my stars. The only part of her completely unaffected by the treatment, they were like a look into my Naomi. Looking up I saw her eyes shut, feeling her breathing wondering what she was dreaming off. Holding her I firmly held my eyes closed starting to drift off as well. Thinking of Naomi, our relationship, I drifted off into a somewhat comfortable slumber.
