The Pseudocide of the Moon - Complete

Olivia

Chris probably asked me at least four more times if I was okay with him leaving.

I tried to reassure him that I was okay.

And really, I was okay with him leaving. I mean it is a tad abrupt that he's leaving right after he asks me out. But I understand we're adults with jobs and sometimes that's gonna happen. We have places to be.

But it's the not knowing what he does, it really bothers me. Because he has this huge house, a nice car, and as far as I know he doesn't do much. Apart from when he's "away" I don't ever actually see him going to work.

What if he really is with the mob? Or maybe he's a smuggler, or a dealer? Or something insane like that?

He could even be with FBI for all I know. Because I literally don't know. He could be anyone outside of the bubble that I know him of.

That's what's scary.

He said he promised he would tell me what he does when he gets back. But what's the hold up. Why does he have to wait until then?

I don't know, but I hope he at least doesn't do anything illegal.

He texted me when he was departing but I haven't heard from him since then. It's been four days, and although I did miss him, I didn't want to be clingy. So I waited to hear from him.

I was at home catching up on my Criminal Minds when I hear my phone ring. 

It's Chris trying to FaceTime me.

 I'm a little annoyed it's taken him so long to reach out, but my need to see him is too big, so I pick up anyways.

"Hey babe!" Chris says with a beaming smile. His hair looks disheveled, and it looks like he just took a shower.

"Hey there stranger," I smirk.

"I missed you too," he chuckles. "I know, I know. I should have called sooner, but it's been a bit hectic over here. I'm trying to work longer hours so I can leave earlier."

"It's fine I guess... I just really missed you. And I was hoping you were okay, didn't want the job to go south."

He laughs, "Liv, babe. I swear I don't work for the mob."

"If you say so," I sing-song.

"I'm actually coming home tomorrow night, so I'll see you Saturday morning."

"Oh wow! So you really did wrap things up."

"Sure did, and maybe next time I have to come out here you can join me..."

"Hey as long as it's not anything illegal I'm in."

He laughs again and hits his chest.

"Honey if you met my family you'd know I'm definitely not in the mob."

"Well maybe they don't know, that if you're undercover?"

He has tears rolling down his face at this point, he's laughing so much he falls onto his back on his bed.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night Liv," he puts his hands up in defense.

"Aha!"

At this point we both laugh because the idea of sweet ol' Chris actually being in the mob seems preposterous. Although his work seems shady, he's just too nice of a person to do hard core work like that.

"So... how's your week been?" he's on his side and has his chin in his hand.

"It's been crazy actually. The other day this guy came in with a few staples stuck in his thigh. Apparently he was at work and had a staple gun hanging from his hip and he shot himself. The lucky rascal missed his bone, but he was pretty close. We had to remove 5 staples from his leg. Had it gotten any closer to his knee he would have made some serious damage. It was insane."