Three days later, and Sky still couldn't wrap his head around it. Shock wasn't the right word. Confusion? Disbelief? He didn't know. Everything felt like a dream he couldn't wake up from.
Even when he slept, which he had rarely done in the past 3 days, Chris haunted him. But not in the way he used to. There were no teasing smirks, no fleeting touches, no whispered words that sent shivers down his spine. No, now it was just images. Chris standing in front of flashing cameras, Chris looking exhausted at some press conference, Chris with his mother, his suit crisp, his gaze sharp, the weight of something Sky was sure he would never understand sitting heavily on his shoulders.
Sky had almost not recognized him. But he had spent the last two days consuming every photo, every video, every piece of news just to piece together the version of Chris he never knew.
