Re: [The Cat: Nishka & Cat & Jack]
She watched Cat go and then refocused on Jack beside her, flashing him a weak smile that dissolved again as memory overtook it. "He had good taste in everything," she said fondly, sadly. She was even driving his car now, hers having been completely totaled in the crash. And of course, his was much much nicer than hers had ever been, and it was one more reminder of him that she had with her wherever she went. Right now it was parked in front of the B&B, and she'd walked here like a responsible adult planning on passing the legal limit.
She sighed softly and glanced at him again. "It's been three months, yesterday," she said. "I'm still waiting for it to get easier, like everyone said it would. Even a little bit." She took another small sip of her whiskey, its warmth a slight comfort. "I was sober for eight months before he died. He was so proud of me. But I just...after..." she hesitated, and then shook her head. "Sorry, I'm sure you weren't planning on sitting with a grieving fiancee tonight," she said, finding a wry smile for him. She couldn't even call herself a widow, they hadn't gotten that far.