*in the kitchen helping Aaron cook about three days after Aaron killed himself*
*she has a rough cough and a fever but is still talking with Aaron in a lively manner*
@theothertrainer
Where are you getting that?
Where am I not getting it? Mom, im estranged from my wife. I just found out about Lacy. I have kids i barely know or dont even know.
I just met my children hundreds of years later. Aaron has no friends, i never see anyone with him but you.
*he sighs lightly*
You may have done something but you can and are trying to make amends for it, right? Youre not a lost cause like you think you are.
No, I am. My head is so fucked there's a chance it happens again. Do you know how I know? I found a fucking journal I've been keeping of every time my head resets. Ever time im lost but somehow find this journal and record it. Its been happening the better part of 10 years.
So you get to meet your brother again, fall in love with Lacy again, meet your children again.
And wonder why I cant be fucking normal.
Youre not normal. You never were. Aaron is actually worse.
At least Aaron can remember his life.
Yeah, ask him about that when he gets up.
*looks away again*
I wasnt being sparky, seriously ask him. He is supposed to be in the asylum too.
*softly * I know he has problems, too.
He has help and so do you.
...I know.
But this isnt helping, is it?
*a slight shrug* Youre trying, thats all that matters.
I guess so.
*finishes his plate as hes been eating the whole time*
Dinner was great. Thank you.
Youre welcome baby. I think maybe expressing all of tbis to Aaron might help you.
Probably. Are you still eating?
No. *slides her full plate his way *
You barely touched it though.
I ate some. Just got a lot.
Ill put it in the fridge in case you get hungry.
Thank you.
Im sure once the cold passes ill eat more.
Im sure too. *he gives a soft smile and gets up, taking his and her dish over*
*she watches him fondly*
*he wraps up her plate and puts it in the fridge*
*washes his plate and the silverware *
I think im going to rest.
Alright. Get some sleep, mom.
I love you. So much.
Tomorrow lets... talk to your father, see what we can do for him.
*a nod* I love you too mom.
*a smile then she gets up and goes to her room, leaving behind some more hair she tosses to the ground to get off her hand*
*after he finishes the dishes he walks and pauses, aeeing more of the hair*
*he frowns deeply*
*she lays down and falls into a very restless sleep*
