Chapter 13-4

I felt my chest tighten in anxiety, wishing that he were here to put his arms around me and banish the dark thoughts that were infesting my brain, feeding off me like some alien parasite. Finally accepting the fact that I was going to have to cope on my own, I turned up the volume on the television and switched over to the comedy channel, finding Bran's favourite American sitcom and taking some small iota of comfort knowing that if he were sitting next to me now, he'd be belly laughing and slapping the arm of the sofa in hysterics. After a while, and three glasses of wine down, I felt my muscles uncoil and the alcohol haze slowly released the pressure that had been building around my temples. I began to flick through the channels, finding nothing but endless repeats of British serial dramas and nineties rom-com films, most of which contained a very floppy haired Hugh Grant, and after a run of very over-dramatic yawns I decided it was time to call it a day and head up to be