Monday, November 2, 2015
3:35am

Psyche sat in her hotel room at the small table that was in the corner. A small lamp that sat on a side table by the couch was all that lit the room. She stared ahead, clearly in thought about something. Her mind was racing, she couldn’t sleep. She had a wine glass in her hand, filled half way with liquid. She brought it to her mouth, sipping it. She placed the glass against her cheek as if it were caressing her, making her feel safe and comfortable.

‘I love you.’

The words swirled through her brain again and again, never resting. She let out a few deep breaths, emotional pain now showing on her features. This was one of those times where she was glad she got her own hotel room when staying in Bally’s. She played things cool for most of the day with Bryan. After what he had set up and what he said, she needed time to think. His decision to have her join him for a mock “superhero” training session was a poor one, at best. But after it all, she acted as if everything was okay. As if nothing had thrown her off. She trained with Bryan, not letting him notice her uneasy feelings. But how could he not see?

She didn’t say it back.

She took another sip of her wine and broke the trance she had been in. She was no longer focused on the one spot she had been staring at for the past 15 minutes. She had to let out her feelings. She had to talk about it. She had to let it all out. The only way she could think of, was just to say it. She stood up and walked to a bag, pulling out a laptop from inside. She set it up on the table, opening Skype. A sigh of relief left her, seeing what she wanted in the small list online contacts. She clicked a name, bringing up a new conversation with the contact. She pressed the call button, the familiar chime playing and the tone waiting for the call to be answered. After a bit of waiting, the call was answered, a small smile playing on Psyche’s lips.

Psyche: “Hi mummy…”

On the call was her mother, robe tightly held against her body. It was early there, but not as early as it was for Psyche.

Mrs. Devyne: “Psyche, my love. How are you? Is everything okay? Isn’t it early there?”

Psyche: “Yes it is. I can’t sleep.”

Mrs. Devyne: “Is everything okay, sweetheart.”

Psyche: “I need to talk to you. I’m just confused. I need you, mum.”

Psyche had a bit of a frown on her face. She wasn’t looking forward to the discussion she was about to have. This would be the hardest one she’s ever had to have with her mother.

Mrs. Devyne: “Oh sweetheart. Tell me... what’s the matter?”

Psyche said nothing for a few moments. Was this really what she wanted? Was this really what she should do?

Psyche: “I think I’m ready to tell you about Chris. I… need to tell you about him.”

Psyche sat in a dark room, a spotlight on her. She was wearing an extremely tight white latex dress. She had one leg crossed over the other, sitting rather comfortably. Her arms were resting on the arms of the chair. The camera was set further back, getting in her whole body. A small glass table was beside the chair. She grabbed a glass from the table and brought it to her lips, taking a sip of the crimson liquid inside. She licked her lips and stared into the camera.

“Lethal Lottery. You know... I feel as if some people would think I don’t deserve a spot in this whole thing. On one hand, I can’t blame them. I mean, look at my track record. I’ve lost more matches than I’ve won. But on the other hand, I have the same right as anyone else to be in these matches. Last week, I won my match. Against two other people, no less. What does that tell you? It tells you that I’m ready. I’ve grown in the past little while. I’ve seen what I want and I’m getting closer and closer to grabbing it. Each match is my outstretched hand coming closer to what I want. And the closer I get, the hungrier I become. But let’s leave that alone for now. For now, we talk about the lottery.”

She pauses for a moment, thinking about what was to come.

“The first part of this whole thing is the tag team match. I am fortunate enough to be partnered once again with my boyfriend. But this time, I won’t get cocky. I won’t lose the match from being selfish and taking over something I didn’t need to. I wanted to prove myself in that match. It backfired on me. I lost the match for Bryan and myself. It was the worst thing to happen. You try and prove that you can be better to the fans. To your own boyfriend. And in the end, you fail. But I’ve learned from that mistake. I was in the wrong and should have let Bryan take care of what he needed to. But that’s not to say I won’t be part of this tag match. Bryan and I have been building our skills. Working together and learning how each other works. We’re climbing this hill together. And let me tell you… we’re just about to hit the top.”

Psyche smirked at the camera. She put her hands on her lap, crossing her fingers together.

“Who are we facing this week? We start with the eccentric girl running around Boardwalk trying to show her face wherever she can. You know, Harley… I get it. You’re crazy and unpredictable. I know how you play. I’ve dabbled in that whole thing myself, love. But here’s the thing. That only gets you so far. I’ve learned that now. You’re this little ball of mystery and craziness. You talk to inanimate objects and are absolutely psychotic, I’m pretty sure. But that’s only cute for so long. You start to become a joke, and not the good kind. I like you. I enjoyed the drinks we went out for after our match. We had a lovely time. But sweetheart… I’m not here to be friends anymore. You won’t beat me again. You may think you’re better than I am, but that’s not the case, especially not anymore.”

She shook her head at the camera, looking down at her hands for a moment.

“We were the same for a while, Harley. We both wanted to win so badly… but we could never get what we wanted. You almost had the title… but you lost it. The difference between us, though, is that I’ve changed my ways. I’m changing for the better. I’m evolving myself. And you… you’re just staying the same. Unfortunately for you, Harley, you will always be a loser. Maybe not against me in the past, but you will be in our next match. You’ll keep falling down the rabbit hole and never be able to claw your way back out. You will always be the girl people will look at in confusion; questioning who and what you are. Your fuel is running low, Harley. You are not going to make it. And you will no longer be in my rankings. You will be beneath me from now on. And it’s going to kill you slowly. I’m going to take you down and make sure that Bryan and I are the two that advance in this match. We’re the one’s who deserve to get into the Battle Royal. Not you, not RJ.”

At the mention of RJ’s name, Psyche repositioned herself on her seat. She uncrossed her legs, Basic Instinct style, and switched her legs to be crossed the other way. She pushed the hem of her white dress a bit down on her legs as it had ridden up a bit. She glared at the camera as if speaking to RJ himself.

“You had a lot to say about me, RJ. You thought I was useless and couldn’t hold my own. Thought I only came here for a man; a man that I follow around like a lost puppy. Funny thing is, we don’t see each other that often. Between the travelling we both do, we hardly see each other. But that’s not really relevant, is it? You’re like a serpent, RJ. A snake that is always ready to strike. You’re like the snake in the story of Adam and Eve, trying to get them to commit sin. And you are definitely good at it. Look at how you got into my head when we first met in the ring? You took my own tricks and used them against me. But guess what? That’s not about to happen again. Think about this. You wanted a challenge from me. You wanted someone to give you a run for you money. Someone to make you work. And didn’t I do just that? I lost in the end, yes. But I almost had you beat a few times.”

She pauses for a moment.

“You’re an egotistical prick that get’s off on talking shit about people. I can see it, RJ. You’re constantly on about how I look and that I’m not right for this place. Look at your bloody self, love. You’re trying too hard to be known in this place. I don’t care what you think of me. I do what I want and I enjoy what I do. What I wear is no business of yours. Get over yourself.”

She mocks giving herself a hand job, rolling her eyes.

“Keep out of my business and I’ll keep out of yours. I’m not interested in what you do outside of this place. I don’t follow you on Twitter. But you clearly watch mine. Is that all you do with yourself? Sit around and look through people’s twitter accounts and find things to talk about? Comment on the different things each person does and use that to your advantage? That’s just sad, love. I feel sorry for you if that is how you live your life. It’s embarrassing, really. After I’m done with you, RJ, you will finally be seen as the pathetic waste of a human that you really are.”

She leans forward in the chair, arms now resting on her thighs to hold herself up.

“This time, RJ, I am at an advantage. I’ve made a lot of changes. I’ve come further from where I was when I faced you. I will repeat what I said to Harley a minute ago. You are now below me. You are inferior. I am the one who will take you down from the ladder you’ve been trying to climb. And once you’ve fallen, I will smash every rung in that ladder and break every chance of you climbing back up. I’m not a pushover, RJ. I’m not going to let you win this. I’m about to become more of a challenge for you than you ever thought possible. And then, when I’m done with you, Bryan will be right there behind me to finish you off. And when all is said and done, we’ll laugh in your face. You’re pathetic, RJ. And I’ll prove that to you. You won’t get the best of me again. I can promise you that.”

She sits up straight, watching the camera once more. Her look is intense.

“The two of you are about to have a lot on your plates. It’ll be like at an all you can eat sushi restaurant. You’ve ordered too much food… and now you have to pay for the leftovers. Bryan and I are the restaurant owners, waiting for your payment. And that payment is our tickets to the Battle Royal. You will both pay up I guarantee it. I look forward to you both underestimating us. I look forward to seeing how you two work together. I am one hundred percent sure it won’t be as well as Bryan and myself. As I said, we have been practicing. We have been working together. I will do whatever I can to make sure we advance. And he will do the same. We will take you both down. And the smile on my face while we do it will give me extreme pleasure.”

Psyche smirks at the camera. It clicks off, the screen going completely black.

Friday, October 19, 2012
11:25am

Psyche sits on a chair, head dropped into her hands. She is sobbing, her whimpers echoing in the flat she was in. A man paced in front of her with his hands on his hips. He brought one hand up, raking his fingers through his greying hair.

Man: “You repulse me.”

His words felt like a slap. She brought her knees up to her chest, burying her head into her legs. She couldn’t look at him. Not now.

Man: “You’re a fucking disgusting cunt, you know that?”

She kept her eyes closed tightly. She thought that if she could bring herself into a tight enough ball, she could disappear and avoid this whole thing.

Man: “Fucking say something, woman!”

He was now in front of her, grabbing her arm with a force that was definitely going to leave bruises. He pulled her up off the chair and threw her arm back towards her. She stood there silently. She was practically drowning in the wool sweater she wore. She was much skinner than she used to be. Recent times had made her lose more weight than ever before. The man stepped back, looking her over.

Man: “You honestly disgust me. Look at you.”

His hand raised and lowered as he motioned towards her.

Psyche: “I am beautiful, Chris.”

So this was Chris.

Chris: “Beautiful? Fucking beautiful? Are you daft, woman!?”

Psyche: “This is not you… This is not how we used to be. This is not us.”

Tears fell down her face, streaking her skin.

Chris: “This is me, Psyche. This will always be me. But you… You’re repulsive.”

Psyche: “You said you would help me. You said that you’d help me end this.”

Chris: “I can’t help you, Psyche. I don’t love you. I hate you.”

The words were like venom.

Psyche: “But I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

Chris: “How can you love me? How can you even love yourself? Look at you. You’re broken. Useless.”

She fell to her knees, weakness hitting her. None of this was right. She had fallen into a hole and Chris was supposed to be the one who helped her back up. But he was pushing her further down. Kicking her deeper and deeper inside.

Chris: “No wonder your friends left you.”

Psyche: “You’re supposed to be protecting me. Taking care of me. Helping me.”

Tears are hitting the carpet, leaving wet patches on the beige fabric. She tilts her head back, staring at the ceiling.

Chris: “You’re pathetic, Psyche. You’re bringing me down.”

Psyche: “I’m sick, Chris. You know that. You’re not helping.”

She looks at him now. Her eyes are puffy and red. He shakes his head at her.

Chris: “I’m letting you go. I’m leaving.”

Another whimper escapes her throat.

Psyche: “Please don’t go.”

Her breathing becomes more erratic. She’s panicking. He’s leaving her. He’s abandoning her when she needs him most. Chris turns towards the door, ready to leave.

Psyche: “DON’T LEAVE ME!”

She practically screamed it. Surely someone in the area would have heard her. Things had never gotten this bad. The verbal fights were pretty common in their relationship, but it was mostly Chris yelling quietly at her. Never the other way around. With his deep voice, the fights could be hidden. Mistaken for a television program or simple rambling. He always remained quiet enough to hide it. But Psyche wasn’t thinking of the neighbours right now. She was panicking. She was terrified of being alone.

Chris stormed towards her, moving faster than she could even react. He wrapped his large hand around her neck, picking her up off of the floor and pushing her back against the wall. He slammed her head against the wall. Her eyes rolled up for a second. She hit hard. She blinked a few times, trying to regain full sight. She was seeing tiny stars forming around her eyes. Then, she realized how hard of a grip he had on her. She realized she was choking. Her eyes opened wide and stared up at him. Her fingers clawed at his hand, trying to get him to let go.

Chris: “You’re a fucking whore. What are you bloody screaming for? What do you think this is? Do you want someone to hear you?”

She continued to claw at his hands. She was struggling to get away, but she wasn’t strong enough. She was shocked by the fact that she couldn’t free herself but also because this was something he had never done before. He had never been this physical with her. Never actually hit her or harmed her.

Psyche: “Ch-Chr-…-is…”

She squeaked out what she could. Her face was starting to turn. Black was starting to take over her vision. He finally let her go. She dropped to the floor, coughing. She tried to get air into her lungs, trying to get her breathing back in check. Chris realized what he had done. He knelt down beside her, putting one hand on her back and the other gently on her arm.

Chris: “Psyche. Psyche I’m so sorry. Are you okay? I don’t know what came over me. Are you okay?”

She kept trying to get her breathing back, tears falling from her eyes again. This was wrong. This was so wrong. The old Psyche would have beaten his ass. She would have killed him. But she was so weak.

Chris: “Love… please… are you okay? I’m sorry!”

But why was she so weak? Him… He made her this way. This was realization. She understood. She must have hit her head hard and it clearly knocked some sense into her. He was why she was sick. He was the one bringing her down. He was the one keeping her away from everyone. Why didn’t she see it until now? She lived with the verbal punishment for their long relationship, mostly near the end. This physical stuff, however? That wasn’t something she was willing to turn a cheek to. She shrugged his hand off of her arm and moved away. She was still coughing, but was breathing a bit better now.

Chris: “Psyche. Tell me you’re okay.”

She moved away from him completely.

Psyche: “I-I can’t… I can’t…”

She squeaked out the words, her voice still not perfect. She coughed a few more times. He stared at her, confused.

Chris: “What do you mean?”

Psyche: “This isn’t right. I can’t be here anymore. You made me this way. It was you.”

She glared at him. For the first time in a long time, her confidence was back. She kept her distance still, now getting up.

Chris: “What? What are you saying?”

Psyche: “You are why I’m so weak. You are why I’m sick. You broke me. When you met me, I was strong. I was a fighter. Look at me now! I’m not me.”

She watched him get up, moving towards her.

Psyche: “Stay away from me, Chris.”

Chris: “Please, Psyche. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I don’t know what came over me.”

Psyche: “You’re apologizing for now… but what about what you have done to me the past few months? You belittled me. You made me feel worthless. You took away my life. And I’m only now realizing what you did. You’re not a good person, Chris. You’re not right for me.”

Chris: “Are you leaving me?”

Psyche: “I am.”

Chris: “I was leaving you! You can’t switch the tables!”

Psyche: “Are you bloody joking? You’re turning this into a fucking pissing contest for who wanted to leave first? You just tried to fucking choke me to death, Chris! Is there no remorse?”

Chris: “I said I was sorry, Psyche.”

She shook her head in disgust. This was the clearest she’s seen things in months. She loved him, yes. But the last few months was love for someone who was holding her emotionally captive. This was false love. And now she was seeing that. She wanted the love that they had before. But she wasn’t getting that back. Not with him.

Psyche: “Fuck you, Chris. You ruined me. You really did. I hope you’re proud of yourself. Happy with the decisions you made. I’m happy with this one I’m making now. We’re done. I’ll ring the police to get you out of here if I have to. Get out of my fucking flat.”

She had made her way to the door. She opened it for him to leave. He reluctantly left, but didn’t give her issues. His hand was clenched. She knew he could snap at any minute. He luckily held himself together and walked out of the door. She slammed the door, locking it. She leaned her back against the door, sliding down and sitting on the floor. She began to sob once again, knowing now that things could have gone worse. She wasn’t going to be one of those girls that let’s a man hit her and never does a thing about it. She wasn’t going to wait until it was too late. She had already done that enough with the verbal abuse. This was the last straw. Something in her changed when she hit her head. She was in her right mind again. She was thinking clearly again. She knew what was right and wrong. And she dealt with it. She changed her fate.

“When Bryan and I advance to the Battle Royal, things are going to have to change. And I say once we get there because I am confident that we’ll be victorious in our match against Harley and RJ. We will come out on top. We will show how well we work together. As I was saying, things will have to change. My whole mentality will need to change. It can no longer be a match that’s Bryan and I against everyone else. It isn’t going to work like that. While it will benefit each of us to use each other, it will be inevitable that we will have to meet at one point. We will be opponents in this match. Fighting until the bitter end.”

Psyche was standing in a white room this time. She was switching into a black leather dress so that she stood out against the walls. Her skin was so pale, however, that she still blended in a bit. She had her hands entwined and down in front of her body. She was looking into the camera, smiling.

“I’m going to say one thing to my love. Bryan… If it comes down to the two of us, I won’t just let you win. I’ll give you a fight. Make you work your ass off to win. We both want the same thing in this match. And that’s to come out as the winner. I’ll leave it at that. We’ll sort everything out that night. We’ll see how things turn out at the show.”

She smirked.

“To everyone else that ends up making it into the Battle Royal… just watch out. I’m going to come in like a tornado and looking to decimate you all. I promise that this match won’t be a walk in the park. If that is because of me or someone else, it still applies. But I plan for it to be me. I will use every trick I have in my book to make sure I come out the winner here. None of the people that are part of this whole Lethal Lottery are good enough to win. Minus Bryan… but that is just me being biased.”

She winks at the camera.

“We’ve got a lot of potential people in this match that I could go up against. I could be in the Battle Royal with Amber Ryan. She had the advantage over me once, yes, but that was because her partner pinned me. This time, it is one on one. And I’m not about to let her claim a win over me again. Dante Anglais… the man that is almost as pathetic as RJ Palmer. He, too, seems to get off on taking shit. Because that’s all he constantly does. He tries to tear people down for his own pleasure. Guess what, love. You just look like a sad man that has nothing better to do with yourself than bring people down. I’ve dealt with your kind many times in my early life. And I always came out on top in a brawl.”

She pauses for a moment, considering the other people she could face.

“Another potential person would be Ian Bishop. The lover of Bryan’s tag partner in 4CW. Once again, we have an egotistical man that thinks he’s better than anyone else in the business. The amount of testosterone that will be swirling around this place will be suffocating. You’ll all cancel each other out and fall into a corner each, fingers in your mouth, not knowing what to do. I could be up against Skyler Fall. I have nothing but utmost respect for him. But in this match, our friendship goes out the door. He will be nothing but an opponent to me. Someone I need to climb over to achieve my own greatness. Or… I could go against Bradley Carrington again. Because that’s going to be a bloody challenge…”

She rolls her eyes, thinking about last week and her win over Bradley and how she had him tap out.

“I came here intending to be one of the best new faces of Boardwalk Wrestling. Unfortunately, things didn’t pan out for me. Things went downhill quickly and I started losing my matches. I wasn’t finding my place. I couldn’t keep myself grounded. But I’ve begun to work on that. I’ve begun to fix that which I didn’t think I could even find. I got back into the place that I wanted to be in. And so far, it has worked in my favour. I am back to winning. That new streak will continue through to the Battle Royal. I will do what I set out to do. I will show everyone that I am not a failure and that I can be the best. That I am the future of Boardwalk Wrestling.”

Psyche moves so that her legs are now crossed as she stands. She puts her hands on her hips.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I am ready, I am willing, and I am able. I am excited to see who ends up being in that ring with me. I’m excited to see who I will have to step over to claim my win. I will use everything I have to make sure that I come out at the top. That is all I can say about it. I’ve exhausted my words. There’s nothing left to say. I look forward to the fight.”

Psyche shrugged her shoulders and turned to the side, walking off camera. The camera stays on the back wall and then fades to black.

Monday, November 2, 2015
5:44am

Mrs. Devyne: “Psyche… I don’t know what to say…”

Psyche frowned and looked at her mother on her computer screen. She told her mother everything. What the last few months of her relationship with Chris was like. She told her the story of the last time she saw him. Everything. She had only shared the tale with a few people. Not even Bryan knew.

Psyche: “It’s over now. He’s out of my life. But now you know why I acted as I did back then. And you know why I’ve had such a hard time trusting people since then.”

Mrs. Devyne: “Of course. It all makes sense. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry you had to go through all of that.”

Psyche: “Live and learn. I became an even stronger person because of him. He helped me to grow, I give him that.”

She shrugged her shoulders.

Mrs. Devyne: “So why are you telling me this now after all these years? What brought this on?”

Psyche: “Bryan…”

Her mothers face fell. She had high hopes for their relationship.

Mrs. Devyne: “Oh no… What happened?”

Psyche: “He… Told me he loves me.”

Mrs. Devyne was taken back. She raises a brow, watching Psyche.

Mrs. Devyne: “Wait… he said he loves you? That’s good news, sweetheart!”

Psyche: “I… don’t know what to do. I never said it back. And I don’t if I can.”

She frowned, feeling guilty about her feelings.

Mrs. Devyne: “Why not?”

Psyche: “I just… I don’t know that I trust it.”

Mrs. Devyne: “From Bryan? Honestly? The man loves you, Psyche. It’s quite clear. I can see it from how you both interact. And I haven’t even met him in person yet.”

Psyche: “Really? You can see that?”

Mrs. Devyne: “You think I can’t? I married your father. He’s like a stone. Not with you as much… but when we first started dating, getting him to express his feelings was like torture. It wasn’t until he asked me out for dinner that I found out he actually fancied me.”

The two laughed. Psyche hadn’t known her father to ever be like that. Her mother must have taught him to be affectionate.

Psyche: “I just don’t want to get hurt again, you know?”

Mrs. Devyne: “I don’t think you have to worry about that. But even still, you have to put yourself out there. You have to take risks. You can’t keep hiding from love because of one man. And you do love him. That's abundantly clear.”

Psyche thought about it for a moment, nodding her head slightly.

Psyche: “You’re right, mum. I need to take a risk. And that risk is Bryan.”

Her mother smiled.

Psyche: “I need to go see him!”

She started to get some things together.

Mrs. Devyne: “Uhh… Psyche? Honey?”

Psyche stopped and went back to the computer.

Mrs. Devyne: “My dear… I believe it is a bit too early to see him.”

Psyche looked at the time on her computer. Much too early. She sighed and sat back down.

Psyche: “You’re right. I’ll take a nap and then go and see him.”

She smiled at her mom and then gave a bit of a wave.

Psyche: “Thank you, mummy. I really appreciate all your help. I love you.”

Her mother nodded and blew her a kiss. Psyche turned off the computer and went to her room to go for a nap.

Monday, November 2, 2015
12:05pm

Psyche: “So we need to talk about something.”

Psyche sat at a small table on an outside patio of a cafe. A small plate of food sat in front of her. She was too nervous to eat. Across the table was Bryan, eating away at his food. He looked up from his plate, swallowing what he had left in his mouth.

Bryan: “What about?”

Psyche: “Well… about what you said yesterday.”

Bryan’s face fell. This could go very bad. He watched her expressions.

Psyche: “Actually… first… about what you DID. That whole thing was really messed up. I already don’t really approve of this vigilante thing. You got bloody shot already. But making me a part of it? I don’t know how I feel about that.”

Bryan: “Well it was only a test! And you did pass. You’re good at it. And I want you at my side.”

Psyche: “I put myself in danger of getting hurt enough at work. I don’t need to do it outside as well, love.”

Bryan: “I need to show you again, I think.”

He said it in a cheerful, matter-of-factly way. She just shook her head. He was stuck on this. She wouldn’t get through to him today. But this wasn’t what she wanted to talk about.

Psyche: “What you said to me… was it true? Did you mean it?”

Bryan: “What part?”

Psyche: “The part where you said… you loved me. Was it just to get me pumped up for this whole thing? Or did you mean it….”

Bryan pondered for a minute. He looked into her eyes, watching.

Bryan: “What if I said I really meant it. I really do love you, Psyche.”

She stared back into his blue eyes. She was losing herself in them. She sighed slightly. Bryan’s back got rigid. He was getting nervous about her reaction.

Psyche: “I… I… I love you too, Bryan.”

His face changed instantly. A huge smile formed. He pushed the table away, not caring about anything on it at this point. He pulled his seat closer to hers. He put his hands over hers, holding them.

Bryan: “I’m so glad you feel the same. You have no idea how relieving it is to hear you say it.”

He continued to smile big. She smiled as well. Bryan went in for a kiss, which she accepted. The two stayed embraced for a few moments. Bryan pulled away first.

Bryan: “God, I love you.”

Psyche laughed at him.

Bryan: “What? Now I can’t help saying it. I’ll keep saying it until I can’t any longer.”

Psyche smiled again. This was a really great feeling. Bryan stood up, still holding one of her hands.

Bryan: “Let’s get out of here, hmm?”

Psyche nodded and followed him out of the restaurant. Lucky, he had already paid for their lunch. The two left the restaurant, either to go to do something fun or just to go home. Either way, it was done. Psyche made it clear that the feeling was mutual. It made her feel like she had accomplished something. But at the same time, worry still lingered in the back of her mind. It would always be there, she thought. Until the day she died. But she also knew Bryan was different. And he honestly was. He wasn’t Chris. He wasn’t going to turn his back on her. He was hers and she was his.