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You are going to concentrate on the music, and just us. Let me carry the burdens of your mind, if only for a little while. You’ll see - it will all be okay. Trust me , Traxx.”
    I look at him directly in the eyes, and try really hard to convey security, friendship… love . Traxx gives me an uncertain, confused look. I don’t let him dwell on my words. I move my hand slowly but firmly from his arm down to his hand. Then I apply a tight hold and start to move away from the bar, never looking away from his eyes. When he starts to move towards me, my heart dances in happiness, and a small smile appears on my lips. Traxx reciprocates with a tiny small crooked smile, and a concerned look. But he is moving with me towards the dance floor. This is a small victory with a giant jackpot.
     

Traxx
    This girl… Ciara’s words spark something inside of me. Something unfamiliar and at the same time, something wanted. I know she’s persistent and when she sets her mind on something, she won’t leave it alone until she gets her way. So I go with her to the dance floor and do like she says, let her worry about my situation for a little while.
    I chance a look at my friends, and they are all staring with a surprised look on their faces. Yeah, this is not like me at all. I’m finding out that it feels good to act differently than I used to.
    “Quit looking at them.” I hear Ciara whisper in my ear. “Look at me.” I do as she asks.
    “What do you want now, Nibblet.” I call her Nibblet from time to time when I act like she is irritating me. She reminds me of a corn nibblet, with all her blond hair and petite size. But in that small package, she packs a huge personality, full of kindness and goodness.
    “Ugh! I told you I hate that nickname!” She tries to be mad, but I see a smile across her face. She really likes it when I use that term of endearment with her.
    “If you hate it so much, why are you smiling?”
    “Because it’s actually nice to hear it again, coming from your lips. It’s been a while.”
    “Yes, it has… You are right about something, Ciara. I want to move on. I have been thinking a lot about the type of person I was, and one thing I know is that I want to do better with my life. I don’t know how, and I need your help with that.”
    “Yes, I can help you, Traxx. But first, you have to heal. You can’t do anything or help anyone when your life is out of control. And I can help you heal, but I need to know that you mean it when you say you are ready to change.”
    I take a deep breath and think about it for a minute. I don’t want to revert back to being a senseless manwhore anymore. I want to do something good, but I don’t know what and I also don’t know how to move on from the incident with Marcy. I have returned to work, and even if I keep as busy as possible, images play in my head at unexpected times throughout the day and especially at night. Yes, I want to change. I don’t want to help create any more situations like the one with Marcy.
    “Yes, Ciara, I’m ready and I need your help, because I really don’t know how to move forward with my life.”
    “Well, there is no magic formula or a practical plan. And it won’t be easy, either. We are just going to have to take it one day at a time. For now, though, we just need to concentrate on being part of the living, and enjoy this dance.” She lowers her head on my chest and I place my lips on top of her head and inhale her scent. I don’t recognize it but she smells so good and sweet – like a promise should. I smile lightly and hold her tighter. Nibblet is going to be my beacon back to life and reality. You’d better believe that I’m going to hold on tight and not let go.
     

     

Ciara
    Getting Traxx to stop drinking and to live in the moment – even for the length of a few songs – it’s like a mini victory. When I was in college we studied a lot on Suicide Loss Survivors, but that applies to people who have lost a spouse,