[Stacy - March 5th]
Two months had gone by without Chris and sometimes, Lennox still didn't know how the hell he was managing to function so well. On the surface, he was pretty sure everything looked fine. In fact, with the exception of Ainsley, he wasn't even sure anyone had noticed that he'd stopped smoking pot. There wasn't any reason behind that, it just reminded him of Chris, but he still grew it and supplied it to his regulars. He'd just given up on it for the time being, that was all.
But it had been two months and not smoking pot hadn't made the pain go away. He functioned fine, he went to his classes, he taught curling with Eddie and Lily, and he was good to Emmy, as he always was. None of that had changed and none of that would change, but he was really fucking tired all the time. He was tired of wondering what Chris was doing, if he remembered, if he cared. He was tired of trying to decide whether or not he was still married or widowed or what and he was tired of worrying that he was betraying Chris by being normal.
He just wanted to be normal again.
Normal found Lennox on the beach with a bottle of booze and a nice, fat joint. The dogs were back in the Hamlet, sleeping in the hut and Lennox lit the joint, figuring it was the only thing standing in his way now. So it reminded him of Chris, so what? Most of the stuff on the island reminded him of Chris and he was just gonna have to deal with that.
Bringing the joint to his lips, Lennox took a long drag from it and his mouth turned up into a slow grin as he realized just how good it felt to be smoking again. He felt light headed and sort of dizzy, but it felt good and that was the only thing he wanted or needed right now. The bottle of alcohol sat by his side, unopened for the time being, but he would break into that yet.
If this was the start of feeling better, Lennox was going to embrace it gladly.
But it had been two months and not smoking pot hadn't made the pain go away. He functioned fine, he went to his classes, he taught curling with Eddie and Lily, and he was good to Emmy, as he always was. None of that had changed and none of that would change, but he was really fucking tired all the time. He was tired of wondering what Chris was doing, if he remembered, if he cared. He was tired of trying to decide whether or not he was still married or widowed or what and he was tired of worrying that he was betraying Chris by being normal.
He just wanted to be normal again.
Normal found Lennox on the beach with a bottle of booze and a nice, fat joint. The dogs were back in the Hamlet, sleeping in the hut and Lennox lit the joint, figuring it was the only thing standing in his way now. So it reminded him of Chris, so what? Most of the stuff on the island reminded him of Chris and he was just gonna have to deal with that.
Bringing the joint to his lips, Lennox took a long drag from it and his mouth turned up into a slow grin as he realized just how good it felt to be smoking again. He felt light headed and sort of dizzy, but it felt good and that was the only thing he wanted or needed right now. The bottle of alcohol sat by his side, unopened for the time being, but he would break into that yet.
If this was the start of feeling better, Lennox was going to embrace it gladly.