"Oh you do make things difficult."
Tristan exhaled as he spoke and narrowed his eyes, regarding Connie with a playful sigh. She looked away, her lips twitched with a smile as she looked down at her hands which she had folded neatly in her lap.
"Eat this."
He said after a moments pause, holding out a roll to her. She took it with one hand, she blinked, she could feel the coarseness of it, knew that there must be seeds of some sort on it's crust but her eyes seemed foggy and she blinked again, shaking her head slightly.
"Ok?"
Tristan asked, pouring something from a bottle that he produced from his bag.
"Fine."
She whispered, opening her eyes again, she looked up at him, there seemed to be odd black patches that were blotched out, as though someone had begun to rub him out or left him half-finished, and a thin trail like the sparkling surface of water rippled across her eye line just below the ceiling.
She squinted and looked again at the roll that she held, raising it to her mouth and taking a small bite from it as he moved to sit down on the edge of the bed, drink in hand.
"Here."
He said, holding out the cup.
"What is it?"
She asked, tucking her hair behind her ear, narrowing her eyes and reaching to take it.
"Viognier, 2011. Don't tell Tess."
He murmured, pouring some for himself into one of the plastic drinking cups that had been left by her bedside.
She smiled, taking a sip, it was warm but still a welcome relief. She took another sip before leaning back, reaching over to place it onto the bedside table. She squinted through the flicker of black that clouded her vision, only the flicker of the table in sight, she set the cup down where she thought the edge of the table was, only to feel it slip completely from her grasp, the smash of it sounding horribly loud on the tile flooring, she sat up, the quick movement making her head spin.
"Shit..."
She heard Tristan whisper as the cup fell, saw out of the corner of an eye him reach to catch it, and miss.
"Sorry! I'm sorry..."
She whispered as she leant over the side of the bed, clutching onto the mattress, squeezing her eyes almost closed in an attempt to see him where he knelt on the floor, collecting the pieces of china into one hand. He glanced up at her but she failed to see.
"Don't be silly!"
She felt his hand squeeze her shoulder and she realised he must have stood up. She heard the clatter of china fall into the bin by the door.
She pressed her fingers into the corners of her eyes either side of her nose, closing them tightly, regaining some sense of balance as she let herself fall back into the bed.
"Here, have some of mine."
He said, offering it out to her, paper towels in hand.
"Connie?"
He gestured with the cup, she turned her head, opening her eyes, the room was all but black, only the bright white glittering line that flickered across her vision.
She shifted in the bed, glancing to where the door must be, holding out a hand awkwardly, still feeling the weight of the roll in her lap.
She heard him move, felt something whisper against her knuckles, and then a voice so close to her that made her jump.
"You can't see me, can you?"
He whispered.
More very soon, and Kendal-Rose you will get your wish (many a Christmassy, lovey-dovey chapter coming right up) Also, I have a question for you. Ever since you first commented I had a niggling feeling that I recognised your name. And all of a sudden it dawned on my this afternoon whilst I was cleaning out my chickens...do you by any chance remember reading a story called 'Watching You Watching Me' by HideousKinky way back in 2006...?
