The Bad Days-- Post-ep for Fannysmackin'
Summary: He cries silently, as though he doesn't want to disturb the air with the man he has become. Nick's POV
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There are days when I wonder what has become of us.
There are days when he lies in bed and stares at the ceiling and cries. His lips are a thin line, and his stomach spasms but he never makes a sound. He cries silently, as though he doesn't want to disturb the air with the man he has become.
There are days when all I can do is sit down next to him, and put my hand on the bed next to his head. I'm afraid to make the first move. It's up to him to hold my hand or not.
There are days when he doesn't.
There are days when he does.
And then there are days, when he turns to face me, and looks like he's going to be sick. He moans, and he says:
I have to live with this for the rest of my life.
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There are days when I wonder what has become of us.
There are days when he lies in bed and stares at the ceiling and cries. His lips are a thin line, and his stomach spasms but he never makes a sound. He cries silently, as though he doesn't want to disturb the air with the man he has become.
There are days when all I can do is sit down next to him, and put my hand on the bed next to his head. I'm afraid to make the first move. It's up to him to hold my hand or not.
There are days when he doesn't.
There are days when he does.
And then there are days, when he turns to face me, and looks like he's going to be sick. He moans, and he says:
I have to live with this for the rest of my life.