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Nobis Pacem Chapter 1
Love, I think that I may end up being a moth, after all.
I’ve laid the eggs. Our eggs. I’ve signed away a considerable chunk of my assets, in the event of my death, to Bette’s foundation. That means your assets, too, because you gave them to me.
The lawyer has all the papers, but I haven’t told Bette. Told the lawyer that I would soon, though, because she’s nervous about trying to explain all of that to Bette, in case something happened to me. I know Bette would have my head once she finds out I’d done this without telling her; failing that, Bette would have hers, and she doesn’t want to lose Bette as a client.
But how can I tell Bette that I’m tired, that my heart aches, and that no one but you can pull me out of this deep hole I’ve sunk into?
I just want to rest. I just want to be with you. I need you to give me one more miracle, baby, for me to survive this. I need you to stop my heart from breaking just one more time.
Otherwise, all I want is peace. Lord, grant me peace, please.
I stood up and went to our medicine cabinet. I’d chanced upon the bottle of pain meds that Joe had forgotten he’d left in the drawer of the side table close to where you normally slept. The left side of the bed, remember?
I found it a month ago, and every day, for about an hour I would toss the thing up and down, like a ball. And then I’d hide it in the medicine cabinet. Hand-eye coordination’s still good, you’ll be glad to know.
So, anyway, I think I’ll just take a fist-full of these pills now.
I’ve laid the eggs. Time for the moth to exit.
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I could hear Jules shouting frantically, “You better fucking make it, Aerin, or I will beat the crap out of you! Fight, dammit! Fight!”
I felt myself edge towards a peaceful silence.
Then I thought I heard Jules scream for all she was worth, “Chris said you were a silkworm, dammit! She said you were a silkworm! You’re not a moth! Not a moth! Silkworm Aerin! Aerin!” Jules was shouting directly into my ear now, even as techs were pulling her away from me because doctors were about to apply a direct electrical charge on my chest.
I drew back from the edge and crawled back towards Jules’ insistent voice, curious about why she would say that. “Did Chris really say that?” I wanted to ask her.
“I think we have her! We have her! Got a heart beat!” I could barely pick out the exact words. Maybe my subconscious was picking this up.
But all I could think about was: She said that? She said I was a silkworm? But I thought I was a moth?
Is this you stopping my heart from breaking, Chris?
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pikiangelica says
Bette and tina????
skydancer says
Here in spirit. But this is about a few special L words that play out in a couple’s life in another part of town. In the fringes of the world of the series I’ve been writing; but different. Hope you like it.
lucybelly1 says
What a beautiful story! Your writing is such a treat to read as you evoke every emotion.
Dainty says
Will try this again. Left a message about 4:00 this morning and something happened, it’s not posted. My message was to thank you for posting such a beautiful love story. And that I hope this story will be continued we would like to know what happens to Aerin in the future. Thanks for sharing.
Hellbent says
What an amazing story ! So glad I stumbled upon this treasure !
Sad and sweet -but you said it complete.
skydancer says
Dainty, Hellbent, and new friends: thanks for the comments. Honestly: was tough to pull this together, but it was worth it. Am v glad you liked it. Ok. I hear you. It may take a while for an update on her story, but it will be coming.
a l g says
Well this was a pleasant surprise. I am always seeking an episode from your creativity. So much, I had to buy a smaller electronic device so that I might read your input on the go. Now, for me buying another electronic anything is saying a lot. I am one of the “dial phone” “get up and change the channel” “do not Text me and expect an answer” old school DIE HARD. But, your writing genius persuaded me to become a mobile reader at my neighborhood “coffee house.” Please continue to write
ssgogo93 says
Beautiful story. I could feel Aerin’s struggle. I would love to read about the 18 months in between their first time and Chris’ final moments. I sure it would be moving.