“ you’re my friend, but… sometimes i wish you were more than that. “ / AND I OOPS
hands are gentle , brushing through wet hair. he's a mess , not the first time she's seen him this way. he had broken his sobriety , gone since that night she had found him in the hallway with forgotten hotel key. it was now a routine for them , chrissy looking after cyrus. she didn't mind it , made her feel useful. like she belonged here. ❛ sorry that it's billy's , it's all i have right now. ❜ she helps him slip into denim shirt , buttoning pearl snaps. it'll do until his clothes are returned clean , or she can help him back to his room. turned from him now to grab water , the words catch her off guard. glass slipping from her hand , shattering against carpet floor. it would be easy to cross that line. and wouldn't it be justified , with all the time her husband spends with daisy? at the beginning , chrissy was convinced what cyrus and daisy held was a real marriage. but then through the cracks the real image seeped through. barely holding on , mirroring her own. she searches for words , trying to decide if it would be best to ignore them or not. to go on like she hadn't heard him at all. ❛ i think you've had a little too much to drink. ❜ she laughs it off , like her thoughts aren't focused on what it would be like. his hands on her , lips against his. the guilt holds her tight , threatening to swallow her entirely. it shouldn't be like this , it would be so easy. to allow herself to slip into his arms. she could weaponize him as something for herself , as a way to get back at billy. maybe it would be the same for him , only using her as a way to lash out at daisy. would it be so terrible?
cleaning up glass is an after thought now , turning back to focus gaze on cyrus. silence is heavy , the way it happens so fast. straddling his hips , she places herself in his lap. thoughts race , she doesn't mean to. but maybe , she also does. forehead against his , she lingers there for a moment before lips press against his.












