A/N: Keep getting proxy errors - so some of my chapters aren't actually
appearing when I upload them.
Another short chapter, but the next one will be longer.
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Sara froze for a moment when she picked up the glass of water. She wondered what Greg must have felt like; dropping something, knowing that it wasn't due to ineptness.
She wasn't one of these people who would go round 'being thankful' for everything she had.
As the saying goes, 'you don't know what you've got until it's gone.' So she couldn't really feel for him - her dopamine levels were normal.
A chemical. That's all it took.
She hated to admit it, but her world broke a little when she saw him. The trembling.
But it wasn't the movements, it was his expression.
He seemed so helpless, so lost. Something was happening to him and she couldn't stop it. He couldn't stop it.
It was like watching a breaking news story; where something terrible is happening in another part of the world. Knowing someone you loved was in the fire, or on the plane.
And not being able to do anything.
But that kind of situation wasn't even comparable.
This wasn't instantaneous. And she wasn't separated by location.
He was right there. In front of her. Shaking.
And all she could do was get angry, shout at people to stop staring. She couldn't help him. She couldn't tell him everything was going to be ok.
She mentally shook herself. She knew thinking this way served no purpose. She had to think of the good things. Concentrate on the bad things in life, and you'll go crazy.
The warm thought passed through her mind. She actually spent the day out of her house, with someone she knew.
Someone else had initiated contact with her. It had happened once before with hank; but hank.he had other intentions. She shook his name from her mind; today wasn't a day to think about the mistakes she'd made.
She smiled as she remembered the light banter her and Greg had shared. He was so strong.
She hated to admit, but she did have some assumptions about what he would be like.
She thought he would be different.
She thought he would be.like a reflection. The same person, but different, and only different if you knew the person.
But he wasn't. He was the same Greg. The same cryptic Greg, who shifted between being a comedian, to being an incredibly profound guy.
She was grateful that he'd asked her. He could have asked anyone.and she didn't quite believe the story about Nick.
She had felt needed.and now, she felt alone.
And that was the problem. She enjoyed having company, and after having it, she craved it, but she couldn't initialise it.
She couldn't just phone someone up, out of the blue when she felt like it. And even when she did, she only did it because she needed someone to listen. She didn't do it because she wanted company.
Her mind paused for a moment; she guessed she was only seeing Greg in this new light because he was ill.
She sighed, she hated that it took a tragedy like this for her to open her eyes, and see what was really there.
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The last two chapters may seem 'shippy [so I apologise to the non-shippers out there] - but its just two characters thinking things over.
Another short chapter, but the next one will be longer.
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Sara froze for a moment when she picked up the glass of water. She wondered what Greg must have felt like; dropping something, knowing that it wasn't due to ineptness.
She wasn't one of these people who would go round 'being thankful' for everything she had.
As the saying goes, 'you don't know what you've got until it's gone.' So she couldn't really feel for him - her dopamine levels were normal.
A chemical. That's all it took.
She hated to admit it, but her world broke a little when she saw him. The trembling.
But it wasn't the movements, it was his expression.
He seemed so helpless, so lost. Something was happening to him and she couldn't stop it. He couldn't stop it.
It was like watching a breaking news story; where something terrible is happening in another part of the world. Knowing someone you loved was in the fire, or on the plane.
And not being able to do anything.
But that kind of situation wasn't even comparable.
This wasn't instantaneous. And she wasn't separated by location.
He was right there. In front of her. Shaking.
And all she could do was get angry, shout at people to stop staring. She couldn't help him. She couldn't tell him everything was going to be ok.
She mentally shook herself. She knew thinking this way served no purpose. She had to think of the good things. Concentrate on the bad things in life, and you'll go crazy.
The warm thought passed through her mind. She actually spent the day out of her house, with someone she knew.
Someone else had initiated contact with her. It had happened once before with hank; but hank.he had other intentions. She shook his name from her mind; today wasn't a day to think about the mistakes she'd made.
She smiled as she remembered the light banter her and Greg had shared. He was so strong.
She hated to admit, but she did have some assumptions about what he would be like.
She thought he would be different.
She thought he would be.like a reflection. The same person, but different, and only different if you knew the person.
But he wasn't. He was the same Greg. The same cryptic Greg, who shifted between being a comedian, to being an incredibly profound guy.
She was grateful that he'd asked her. He could have asked anyone.and she didn't quite believe the story about Nick.
She had felt needed.and now, she felt alone.
And that was the problem. She enjoyed having company, and after having it, she craved it, but she couldn't initialise it.
She couldn't just phone someone up, out of the blue when she felt like it. And even when she did, she only did it because she needed someone to listen. She didn't do it because she wanted company.
Her mind paused for a moment; she guessed she was only seeing Greg in this new light because he was ill.
She sighed, she hated that it took a tragedy like this for her to open her eyes, and see what was really there.
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The last two chapters may seem 'shippy [so I apologise to the non-shippers out there] - but its just two characters thinking things over.