She spoke, interrupting his train of thought, “Okay. You probably have some reason for keeping the darkness up this long. I won’t complain, since you’re probably working things out in your own way, like I was talking about with my bugs, but maybe keep an eye on the chicken?” She offered a small laugh, “I could use my bugs to check on it, maybe, but I don’t think either of us want that.”
He glanced at the stove, prodding the chicken. No problems. He turned down the heat to be safe.
That’s a good idea if you’re going to be spacing out like this again.
“Look, Brian, I don’t want to stir up any unhappy thoughts, but I don’t want to ignore the subject either. I did some reading, and there’s a pretty scary number of people who have their second trigger events and then have a bad ending shortly after.
Well that’s ominous. Are we talking suicide here?
I think it has to do with the toll it takes on you, the event… I’m… I’m not good at this. At the people stuff. But I have been through some dark spots. My mom died not too long ago, I can’t remember if we really talked about that. And there was the bullying, I sometimes wonder how much that influences what I do and why.
Oh man, she’s getting really personal here, in her effort to get through to him and connect.
I don’t really know where I’m going with this, but I guess I’m saying I’m here for whatever you need.”
I won’t speak for Brian, but I appreciate it, Taylor. I really do.