Christopher was yelling. As he began to raise his voice, Jessica tried to calm him down; when that failed, she fell silent. Still he raged, his voice loud. Then she lowered hers again, speaking again.
"I'm granting you one last choice, Christopher: me or what you have been doing behind my back. Me or the drugs and the women. Your choice."
Christopher stopped raging and looked at her. "I'm sorry for my anger and yelling. I don't chose them…but I don't choose you either. I know I've been wrong, but you have been spying on me-not to mention what you've been doing; or should I say who?"
Jessica looked shocked. "How did you-"
"Doesn't matter, I did"
There was silence between the two of them.
"Ok then". Jessica stood and left the room. Christopher remained where he had been. He removed his glasses and placed them on his desk. He walked to his bed, lay down, and began to cry silently until he fell asleep.
Jessica crossed the hallway to her room and closed the door behind her. It was on the floor behind it that she collapsed in a fit of tears. Gaining strength, she turned out the lights and went to her bed, finally sleeping after more tears.
He was driving down a back road and it was wet and dark. So full of twists and turns but no warnings, only sudden jerks where there was no more road. So he drove like a madman following ever twist and turn. He drove until he lost the road. It disappeared; at first, it was a highway of darkness; then, it was a fall, a cliff off of which he was flying at too-fast. The pitch forward was both surprising and unexpected, but the pull of gravity was like a douse of cold water while sleeping under the stars on a fall evening.
She was a bird in a flock, flying in a great cloud over a great expanse of water going on forever. Not in the front or the back, in the middle. Then, she broke with the ones she had followed. No reason, just a swerve out of the cloud and into the blue of sky and sea and be and individual. So she did and so she was alone. And the cloud continued on leaving her a black spot on the blues.
When Jessica woke up, she realized that he will do one of two things: he will admit to everything to himself and stop or he'll say he's just not the same and continue and be a different person.
Jessica knew what he would do; she began to wonder why she came to his room anyway. "Where did I go wrong?" she wondered, "what did I do, what did he do, where did we go wrong? He was my friend and lover, now I lost a friend and lover and he will be nothing; somewhere along, we created a thing, a piece of dark in the bitterness that comes from a relationship that's sinking. Just like the Titanic."