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I can't sleep. Nightmare.
-Eileen
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"You look like hell." Eileen jumped at the voice that seemingly coming out of nowhere. The poor waitress nearly dropped the plates and cups on her tray. But, having skills as amazing as her, Eileen managed to balance the tray before making a huge mess.
"Rigby, you scared me." Eileen shot a soft glare towards the brown haired man. Speaking no more, she continued her way to the kitchen. Rigby, on the other hand, didn't seem to move a muscle. He kept his body leaning against the wall. His arms were crossed over his chest. His body's all tense.
Eileen picked up a wet sponge and started washing. By now, Rigby would have rolled his eyes irritatingly. He then would have snarled angrily how clumsy and blind she was for not seeing him just standing there right in front of her. Eileen would have deserved it anyway. She was not paying attention to anything lately.
In the corner of her eyes, she could see Rigby glaring. Rigby is glaring at her.
Her.
But he still barely uttered a single word.
"That's because you are fine and nothing is going on." Rigby sarcastically retorted. Ah, there he is. Rigby and silence is just wrong.
Eileen noticed the flames flickering in his eyes. Now what? Rigby is angry at her? Whatever. Eileen was feeling exhausted. She doesn't have the strength for his childish games. Hundreds of dishes needed to be cleaned. Tables need to be wiped. The Coffee Shop needs to be closed and ready for tomorrow's shift. Rigby is not helping for even being here.
"What's your problem? I am fine and nothing is going on." She bit back.
Rigby fought the urge to roll his eyes. She's such a terrible liar.
"You are a mess Eileen." He saw her stopped moving. "You haven't slept. That's why your eyes are bloodshot. You are too tense for these past few days. You're tired. You're too moody. You snapped constantly. You had that sad look in the back of your eyes." He was pleased to see her flinched at his truthful words.
Rigby continued, "You even cried when you thought you were alone. You're too quiet." His voice then became oddly soft, "You were never quiet."
Rigby pushed himself off the wall. His voice dropped in a dangerous whisper, "So tell me Eileen. Are you really fine?"
His brown eyes went soft, staring into hers, looking sadly, "What's going on?"
Eileen clenched her jaw and locked her eyes with the man who dared to challenge her. Fury filled her pupils. "I am fine! But you of all people would never know that! Now leave me alone."
The man's anger rose. "That's bull Eileen. You are not fine. You've been lying to me and Mordecai all week! To me, Eileen! ME! Just give up and drop the act."
"Drop the act? What act?!" she shrieked. Rigby flinched but said nothing. Eileen needs to vent out her anger. So, Rigby wisely stayed silent.
Eileen clenched her fists, as Rigby stayed mute. Her forms was so tense, she was shaking. Eileen opened her mouth and screamed, "Who do you think you are? Trying to call people liars when you are a filthy liar yourself?! What do you care Rigby? We are not friends. You said so yourself. I am fine. I—I'm not lying to Mordecai or even y—you. I am not troubled. I'm just—"
Eileen dropped on her knees. She began crying softly. "I—I'm j—just stressed." Big, fat tears rolled down gently on her cheeks. Her body shocked slightly and Eileen sobbed quietly. Rigby nodded, even though knowing she would not look at him. Rigby dropped on his knees too and seated himself next to the crying woman.
"Why?" he asked gently.
Eileen shook her head. "I don't want to talk about it." Rigby inwardly sighed. At least she's not denying her miseries anymore. He decided to give her time and space. When she is ready, she'll tell. Rigby however, unknown to him, desperately wanted him to be the first person Eileen seek for help. He just felt he couldn't trust anyone else to do the job. Even though he wouldn't admit it out loud, Rigby felt like he knows Eileen better than anyone else. He felt like he knows her more than he could ever understand himself.
Eileen was precious to the man.
"Alright. But when you are ready, talk." He didn't wait for her reply. Instead, he reached out pulled her petite form towards him. Eileen gasped in surprise as her back hit Rigby's chest.
Rigby isn't a touchy-touchy guy. Maybe tonight he made an exception? Just for her? Eileen's heart skipped a beat. All night, Rigby was not acting like himself at all. He had shown he actually cared for her well-being. He was upset at her sudden change in attitude and mood. He was fully aware and actually noticed her all this time. Eileen felt herself growing a bit warm at her cheeks. She then laid her head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. An arm gently wrapped itself around her waist, bringing her closer. Eileen breathed in at his neck, inhaling his scent and a whiff of his cologne.
She slowly closed her eyes. Eileen felt safe in his arms. She could never felt alone anymore, not when she could feel the warmth radiating his body. She felt dizzy listening to his heartbeat, now becoming her lullaby.
Fingers brushed itself against her waist and Eileen jumped in surprise, nearly head bumped Rigby's chin.
"What? What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.
"Nothing. I'm just ticklish, that's all." She replied, cursing her body and their sensitivities.
A devilish smirk formed on Rigby's lips. Emotions danced in his eyes. Eileen's own eyes widened, realising her mistake.
"Ticklish, eh?"
"Rigby, don't you even—" Eileen was cut off as Rigby pounced on her, furiously attacking her hips. Rigby then moved on to her ribs, still tickling her with no mercy. Tears formed in her eyes. But, unlike a few minutes ago, this was tears of joy. Rigby felt so much better, so much lighter, seeing Eileen smiling again. It strangely made him more alive.
Eileen was desperately clutching her stomach, terribly blocking Rigby's merciless attacks. Lying on the floor, Eileen's face grew redder at every laughter she let out. Rigby was laughing and giggling too. He had never seen her so happy in such a long time. Her laughter was contagious and soon he was laughing along with her.
Soon, Rigby's fingers stopped and rested themselves at her waist. Rigby glanced at the girl underneath him. Eileen was breathless and all in all, looked so happy. Her eyes were twinkling, and her lips curved upwards into a perfect smile.
He's going to help her. He'll do whatever it takes to bring back that smile. That smile is the thing that kept him alive these days.
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Hold on. I'm coming.
-Rigby
