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Darren smiled and rolled onto his side as he felt the other side of the bed dip. "Rough day?"
Ceecee sighed and pulled the covers over her. "The worst. We lost two tonight."
"Do you want to talk about it?" He reached out and ran a hand over her arm, stroking gently as she got herself comfortable.
"Not really, but I think I should." She screwed her eyes shut and let her head fall against the pillow. "She was eighty-four years old. I've never seen someone that old with a mark before. Her son said she'd had it as long as he could remember. The name Trevor in perfect blue letters on the inside of her wrist. He used to think it was a tattoo of his dad's name because she didn't want to talk about it."
Ceecee heaved a sigh and wriggled out of Darren's arms, lying flat on her back and staring at the ceiling. "About twenty years ago, she began to tell her grandkids stories about a dashing young man named Trevor who lived inside her heart. Her son thought her mind might be starting to wander; that she might have Alzheimer's or something. He took her to a bunch of doctors but they all said she was fine." She bit her lip and reached for Darren's hand. "About three months ago, her nursing home hired a new CNA."
"Oh, god," Darren said, a dull ache in his chest. "Don't tell me…"
"Yeah," Ceecee said, lifting a hand to rub at her tears. "Trevor Reynolds, twenty-three, fresh out of school, and so beautiful you'd want to cry." She traced a circle over the top her left breast. "He had the name Olga flowing over his heart, like his love for her was so strong, it burst right out of his chest."
Darren shook his head in disbelief. "Sixty-one years apart, and they still found each other."
Ceecee sniffed. "For a little while. No one seems to know the details, but from what they were able to guess, the two of them had a thing ever since he started working there. He'd take his breaks in her room and always wanted to be assigned to her wing for his duties. People began to talk, and someone called her son to say they thought the guy might be taking advantage of her. Old, senile, decent amount of money put away. He showed up without telling her he was coming and he found-"
"No."
"Yep. His octogenarian mother in bed with a guy young enough to be her great-grandson."
"That's-"
"Kind of sick?"
Darren shook his head. "I was going to say amazing. Imagine being that woman; spending that many years dreaming of someone who wasn't even born, only to find them at the very end. It's probably when she needed the love the most."
Ceecee reached out and swept a finger down the bridge of his nose. "You're a romantic fool. I love you for it."
"Love you, too," Darren said, taking her into his arms again. He traced the scar on her elbow with the tip of a finger and kissed her gently. "So what happened?"
"With what?"
"The couple," he said. "How did they-"
"Oh." Ceecee looked away and took a deep breath, letting it out as slowly as she could. "Her son thought the worst when he walked in on them. They weren't just holding each other, but he thought Trevor was…you know. He yelled for security and they threw the guy off her. He hit his head and suffered an aneurysmal subarachnoid hemorrhage. They still need to run some tests on her, but the truth is, her heart probably just gave out. It was a lot of excitement for someone of her age."
"Maybe she didn't want to spend any more of her life without him." Darren snuggled closer. "It's beautiful."
Ceecee looked at him and sighed. "Don't confuse tragedy with beauty, Darren. They're two different things."
"Who says?" Darren asked. "I think it all depends on how you look at it."
"You're probably right," she said quietly as she wrapped her arms around him. "It'd be a better world, if you are."
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LOVING THIS. SO MUCH.
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Darren's attitude is lovely and at the same time risks causing him so much pain.
I appreciate Ceecee being likeable, although I know that'll make it rougher on her, Darren, and even me as a reader as things get more complicated down the line.
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I'm loving Cris's and Darren's friendship ? Idk what to call it , and omg this last part killed me, poor Trevor's and Olga's story is seriously heartbreaking .
Can't wait for more .
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