Cure my Tragedy (/Falling Inside the Black)
Cure my Tragedy
“You ok, Parker?” Becker’s eyes are dark, concerned, inquisitive and Chris wants to tell him what it was like standing next to Him again, filled with painful longing, tortured by delicious torment.
“Chris?”
The gentle but firm grip on his arm is the same as all those years ago. “It’s got to stop,” Alex had said then.
“You’re free of him, Chris,” he says now, and Chris doesn’t believe him this time either.
“I’m fine,” he lies just as smoothly as back then, and sighs in relief as he’s saved from further questions by the shrill sound of the ADD.