Touching clouds(5)
AN: I have been told you should probably grab the kleenex, as this does deal with heavy subject matter.
I wrote this for therapeutic reasons, Ive been dealing with alot lately, so even though comments are love, please understand that you need to keep away from personal attacks(me, the subject matter), but feel free to attack the way I write if you must.<3
"Kris?" Ali ventured, touching his shoulder lightly. He seemed to be completely engrossed in the confines of his memory. Alison could see Adam in Kris' eyes. He shook himself free and looked at her. She sat on his lap and his arms looped around her middle. Leaning back into him, she asked again. "How do you know what Adam looked like when he woke up in the morning?" Kris sighed into her shoulder. She turned to look at him, confusion written on her face.
"Al-Allie" he stuttered. "I used to sleep with him"
Alison fought for control of her features. "Like, sleep sleep?"
"Once, it never happened again because I love Katy, but yes. I loved him very much. I never stopped. We just couldnt be. I am straight, but I love Adam with all of my heart."
Alison knew he wasnt lying, she wondered why she hadnt thought of it before. Maybe because of Katy?
"Does Katy know?" the question she had meant to think came flying from her lips before she could stop it.
"She suspects, but I never told her anything" Kris folded into himself, making his frame even smaller than it was. His face scrunched up with shame.
"I wish I could tell him, just once that I love him."
"He knows Kris, he knows" she rubbed circles into his back, trying to be the comfort that he needed but knowing she couldnt. The only way anything would be made better was if Adam came back. As much as she wanted to believe, and did believe that he was still alive. Her heart knew it wasnt true. When Adam died, something inside Alison went with him. A piece of her, her light, some of her insaitable bubblyness, was gone.
"We should plan a memorial. A public one, for everyone. Fans need to say goodbye too. It might help us cope if we had people there that knew the other side of Adam, the performer." Alison spoke quickly.
"Yea, that would be ok" Kris said, not looking her in the eye.
Alison's wheels began to turn. For the first time in her life, she needed to be the strong one. Not strong headed, but strong. A rock for others, as Adam had been for her. He was her center. And looking at Kris, who was crumpled and completely devoid of any emotion other than those that were tied with Adam, she realised he needed a center. She would have to do.
She moved to the telephone and began going through her address book. She called everyone involved with the show, contacted the Kodak theatre and began the process of goodbye.