“I can’t hold more, please,” pleaded the child, jumping up and down.
I pointed my finger toward the bathroom door, and on my note, Brandon ran with his child in his arms, towards the door.
“Thank you,” Brandon said, after some time standing outside the bathroom door.
I nodded my head in reply.
I don’t know if it’s fate or something else. But first, I met Brandon at the hospital, and now he is standing inside my house.”Sorry to bother you, but the plumbing in our house is not working well.”
“It’s fine,” I replied.
“Daddy,”
“Are you okay?” Brandon asked upon hearing the voice of his daughter inside the door. “Do you want me to come in?”
Brandon entered the bathroom at her request. “What happened?”
“Can you open the water? I need to wash my hands,” Brandon nodded.
I was standing by the door when I saw Brandon turning the faucet a little too hard. Then he should, I guess because within a second the faucet was in two pieces with one in Brandon’s hand as the water started splashing in every direction, making him all wet. He turned his head and looked at me, smiling nervously as he attempted to stop the water. Well, his daughter is smart enough to run away from him to stay dry, and poor Brandon, in an attempt to fix the faucet, broke it completely, making the waterfall in every direction in the whole bathroom.
Brandon gave me a nervous smile before slipping onto the bathroom floor, with all the water splashing everywhere. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t help myself laughing at the scene in front of my eyes, and I don’t think I’m the only one to blame here, because even his daughter can’t stop her cackling at seeing her father like that.
“Ha-ha… very funny,” Brandon complained, trying to stand, but slipped, falling on his ass, and started laughing himself.
The sight is funny as heck for my eyes. I can’t lie but he can’t lie all day like this, so I went to stop the main valve of the water supply, making the splashing stop. I will fix the faucet later. And came back lending my hand out to Brandon, with both our hands held with each other. Brandon tried to stand but slipped again, this time making me fall on top of him. The fall made us cackle again.
But this time something started to feel heavy in my chest with the laughter. Every type of emotion started flooding through my heart and into my eyes, making me realize all my losses, the emotions that were there but still hidden. The realization, the thought that I wanted to but was not being able to accept for so long, the fact of losing everything and everyone all at once. There wasn’t a single tear in my eyes on the day when I lost everyone, but now, in front of a complete stranger, the heaviness that had been buried under my heart for so many days was finally coming out as tears.
I’m crying, mourning for the first time in days.
Brandon looked at me with concern as tears didn’t stop streaming from my eyes, with my heart so heavy I felt as if I couldn’t breathe. “Jane you Okay,” I shook my head at his words.
Brandon picked me up in his arms, concerned, looking at the condition.
It didn’t hurt that badly when I lost everyone, but now when I’m relishing that I can’t even see their faces, their smile, they will never talk to me ever or cheer me up again. I’m alone with no one, no family, no love, no siblings, nothing. My body started shivering, not from the cold but from the realization.
Brandon placed my body on the bed. “You get changed, and I go get some water for you.” He said, leaving me alone. I was inert, with my mind heavy with all my emotions, changed into the first thing that came in hand, sitting on the bed, as my eyes stared at my hands that were shivering badly.
Brandon knocked on the door before coming in, “Drink this,” he said, placing a glass of water in my hand, with my hand shaking badly. I couldn’t even take my gulp of water on my own. Brandon placed his hand on mine helping me drink a bit of water. “Why don’t you take a rest? Take my number and call me if you need anything.” He said, writing his number on a piece of paper.
“Don’t leave, please,” I said, holding his hand. I don’t want to be alone, not now. I’m too afraid of myself.
Brandon nodded, sitting on the bed as he asked me to sleep. I nodded my head, trying to close my eyes, holding Brandon’s hands in mine.
It was that day and it’s today. It’s because of Brandon that I decided to get proper psychiatric treatment. At first, I thought it was a waste of time, but I started to feel a change in me. The pain of suffering hasn’t disappeared, but it was better than it was before. Making me a better person and providing me with a friend like Brandon in life.