Saturday. It's been two nights since I've seen or heard from Elaine. No calls, no messages, complete radio silence.
I lie on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. It does look so far away, Ginny always says it did.
I feel the man's hand resting on mine. Affection, warmth, more gratitude than anything. I turn to face him. Jon is lying there asleep, Ginny lying against him, her head on his chest, her eyes closed. She's asleep for the first time since I got here. The signs of countless tears shed showing around her eyes.
All my problems seemed to pale into insignificance as I looked at my best friends beside me. The last 48 hours had seen them go through utter despair. I'd raced across the country to them as quickly as I could. I had no idea what I would say, what I could do, I still had no idea.
"Come on," the voice said, I felt a hand touch my arm, "let them get some rest."
I looked up to see Chris standing over me. He looked as handsome as ever, his beard closely trimmed, his eyes steel blue, his hair looking like he'd just stepped out of a barber.
I looked at Jon and Kate as they slept, the love between them unquestioning. They would get through this, I was sure.
I got up and took Chris's hand, smiling as I dropped my head on his shoulder.
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We walked along the corridors of the manor house that Chris and Jon had grown up in, and Ginny now called home. I'd been here before, with Jon, with Ginny, and between those two, with Chris.
"Your dungeon?" I asked as we reached a door.
"Yeah," Chris said, looking at the door, "many a woman has screamed in there."
"But not me?" I questioned Chris, "why did we never go in there?"
"I respected you," he replied, "I never wanted to take you in there."
I squeezed his hand a little as we turned away, walking further along. "Ah, yes, your bedroom, this room, I do remember."
He led me in, it was as I remembered, but tidier, more organized.
"Well, look at this. Haven't you grown up? You tidied your room without mummy having to tell you?"
"Still the same humor I see," he said, laughing.
I released Chris's hand and walked around, taking in familiar surrounds, six years ago I'd spent so much time in this room.
"What happened, Jo Jo?" Chris asked, using a nickname I hadn't heard him use in the six years since.
"Did you ever love me?"
"Fuck that," Chris said, laughing as he walked over to where I stood, "I don't love anyone, I don't believe in that shit."
As he stood in front of me, I looked up at him, I could feel my eyes glazing and stinging a little. I knew tears were forming.
"What happened to my girl?" he asked, stroking my cheek fondly, looking at me.
I placed my head against his chest, his extra foot of height, allowing me to do that without crouching. I put my arms around him. I felt his hand in my hair, I felt safe.
"I'm here for Ginny," I said, trying to contain myself, "that's all that matters, I'm ok."
"No," Chris said, "no, you're not."
I broke down, holding him tighter. He led me over to the bed and sat me down, he then moved in beside me, his arm across my shoulders.
"I've known you since you were 20 and being dragged here by Jon, we've been friends, we've been bitter enemies, I've never seen you this way before."
"I'm thirty years old, and I feel like I've got nothing. My job is shit, my love life is shit, my family are all spread everywhere. I woke up last Friday and felt numb."
Chris sat listening, giving me his complete attention, his arm never leaving me, his look comforting.
"Your job is what it is, you'll find someone, as for family, fuck em."
"I made a stupid mistake with my job."