Earl’s Court (Part 2)
On top of my studying, all the arguing, accusations and unpredictability, it was wearing me out.I loved Tiff to bits, but her mood swings and erratic behaviour were never easy to deal with.Tiff would flip over the smallest things, such as if I’d put two kisses on the end of a text message instead of three.I remembered a while back when I had first confided in Fran about Tiff’s bipolar disorder and how I was struggling to cope with it. She stood there listening to me rant for a good while before she spoke her usual words of wisdom.‘It’s something she can’t control, Earl. If you choose to be with her, it’s something you have to understand and accept.’Snapping back to reality, Tiff was still at my throat.
‘Are you even listening? You’re the worst boyfriend ever…’ she continued on, listing everything I had apparently done wrong during the last several days.Fran was right, Tiff couldn’t help her outbursts, but I could try and help her at least.
‘You’re right, I’m a terrible boyfriend sometimes.’Tiff’s eyes popped wide open and her lips parted. For once in her life, she was speechless. I’d disarmed her in one of the best ways possible.‘But I’m always here if you need me, whether it is to shout at me, cry on my shoulder, or if you just need someone to talk to.’ Stepping forwards, I embraced her in my arms, kissing her softly. For a moment her muscles stiffened, but then she relaxed into me, kissing back me back hard and furious. Before long clothes were discarded and we were in the bedroom making as much noise as possible.By the time graduation was looming, Tiff and I were stronger than ever. We’d even planned to move in together once we were both back on our feet after University.I nailed my final exams and presentations, one of which was to elaborate on the ways art can influence different moods and dictate the decisions people make.Like Peach and Saffron, I graduated with first class honors.After graduation, Tiff and I spent a couple of weeks hanging around our University town together, relishing the time we had left together.When it was time to head back to our respective home towns, I eagerly awaited for the day when we would see each other again, not realising it would come quicker than I anticipated…