** A/N: Thank you to Lonely Alys for the review. I hope this chapter
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Nicole was the only person home when Jeff rang the doorbell the next day. Faith, she informed him, had gone for a drive at eight in the morning. It had just turned twelve. She invited him in and made him a drink before dropping next to him on the couch.
"So," Nicole began. "How was she? She's hardly said two words to me since she got home yesterday."
"She was alright."
"Really?"
Jeff shook his head. "She was the same. Distant and quiet. She practically ran home last night. I wish I knew what was wrong with her."
"Maybe she really is alright." Nicole suggested. "Different people deal with grief in different ways, and you know how complicated Faith is. You need to give her time. She get's confused and she doesn't know how she's suppose to feel."
"I know what she get's like, but I've never seen her like this. "
"Maybe she's still in shock."
All Jeff had heard was maybe's. Maybe, Matt had said, she's depressed. Like seriously, medically depressed and was too ashamed to say anything. Maybe it was her coping mechanism, Shannon suggested. Maybe no one knew, perhaps even Faith didn't know.
"I feel like I'm losing her. Jeff said quietly, his eye's drawn to a picture of Nicole and Faith on the wall. "I don't want to lose her."
"You won't."
"But what if I do?"
"You won't." Nicole promised. "Underneath it all, Faith loves you. You make her happy, even if she doesn't always show it."
Jeff stayed the night, Faith arrived home half an hour later claiming to have taken a wrong turn and gotten lost. They where the same, their conversations only lasted a few minutes and then they would lapse into silence. When she kissed him goodnight it was uneasy and arkward, the way it use to be when they first got together. Jeff fell asleep almost straight away that night, he fell into a surreal dream that didn't make sense. He remember Faith, dressed in black with a veil over her face, watching him as he danced with Nicole. Then she started crying. Jeff woke up, the room was still dark and he had to strain his eyes to see the clock on the wall. It had just turned two. Faith wasn't asleep and he only worked this out when he realized she was shaking, every now and then a choked sob would cut through the dark. She was crying. Faith cried in three ways, noise, tears and tears and noise together. The latter was the worst, reserved for when she was really upset, Jeff hardly saw her cry like that. But she was now, he could tell, that was the problem with having the share a single bed with her. He had to sleep with his arms round her and Faith's head was resting on one. He could feel every wet tear as it rolled off her cheek and died on his arm. The sobs where getting worse, she was now having trouble holding them back. Jeff's first instinct was too hug her tighter and tell her everything was going to be alright. He wanted to. But he didn't. Instead Jeff just lay there and listened to Faith cry.
Nicole was the only person home when Jeff rang the doorbell the next day. Faith, she informed him, had gone for a drive at eight in the morning. It had just turned twelve. She invited him in and made him a drink before dropping next to him on the couch.
"So," Nicole began. "How was she? She's hardly said two words to me since she got home yesterday."
"She was alright."
"Really?"
Jeff shook his head. "She was the same. Distant and quiet. She practically ran home last night. I wish I knew what was wrong with her."
"Maybe she really is alright." Nicole suggested. "Different people deal with grief in different ways, and you know how complicated Faith is. You need to give her time. She get's confused and she doesn't know how she's suppose to feel."
"I know what she get's like, but I've never seen her like this. "
"Maybe she's still in shock."
All Jeff had heard was maybe's. Maybe, Matt had said, she's depressed. Like seriously, medically depressed and was too ashamed to say anything. Maybe it was her coping mechanism, Shannon suggested. Maybe no one knew, perhaps even Faith didn't know.
"I feel like I'm losing her. Jeff said quietly, his eye's drawn to a picture of Nicole and Faith on the wall. "I don't want to lose her."
"You won't."
"But what if I do?"
"You won't." Nicole promised. "Underneath it all, Faith loves you. You make her happy, even if she doesn't always show it."
Jeff stayed the night, Faith arrived home half an hour later claiming to have taken a wrong turn and gotten lost. They where the same, their conversations only lasted a few minutes and then they would lapse into silence. When she kissed him goodnight it was uneasy and arkward, the way it use to be when they first got together. Jeff fell asleep almost straight away that night, he fell into a surreal dream that didn't make sense. He remember Faith, dressed in black with a veil over her face, watching him as he danced with Nicole. Then she started crying. Jeff woke up, the room was still dark and he had to strain his eyes to see the clock on the wall. It had just turned two. Faith wasn't asleep and he only worked this out when he realized she was shaking, every now and then a choked sob would cut through the dark. She was crying. Faith cried in three ways, noise, tears and tears and noise together. The latter was the worst, reserved for when she was really upset, Jeff hardly saw her cry like that. But she was now, he could tell, that was the problem with having the share a single bed with her. He had to sleep with his arms round her and Faith's head was resting on one. He could feel every wet tear as it rolled off her cheek and died on his arm. The sobs where getting worse, she was now having trouble holding them back. Jeff's first instinct was too hug her tighter and tell her everything was going to be alright. He wanted to. But he didn't. Instead Jeff just lay there and listened to Faith cry.