How does one measure the depth of understanding another person? Is it enough to look them in the eye and tell them what they want to hear? Is it enough to think that without them the world would collapse completely? Or must you go out of your way to vocalize your thoughts to make sure they are heard. You could know someone your entire life and never really know them. So then, how do you know if you truly do understand them?
Some questions where never meant to be answered.
From that faithful day where he had held her in his arms, and promised that he loved her, promised that he would do anything to bring her back to him, he had decided that he would change. No longer would he shut out the world, and no longer would he pretend that he was incapable of feeling. She had died that day. He could hardly bear it.
But like an angel from God had answered his calls, she was brought back to him. She had lived, and Roger felt as though his heart would explode from relief and happiness. He was not a religious person, but he still thanked the heaven's above for the gift that he was granted.
He refused to think of the short time that they had left together. It did not matter. All that mattered was that he was granted another chance. Another chance to prove that all the accusatory things that she had said about him were false.
But some habits were hard to break.
Roger still found it difficult to cope with the constant stream of drug usage that Mimi so desperately needed. He had, of course, hoped that after her near-death experience she would stop, but she couldn't. Roger understood how hard it was. He understood that it was almost suicide getting off the tempting high of heroin. But he couldn't help but feel disappointed.
He told her he loved her everyday, he held her close to him and refused to let her go, merely taking pleasure in the feeling of her weak body against his own. But he wasn't sure that was enough. He became obsessed with making sure she was alright, never did he want her out of his sight, for any moment could be the last one.
Things turned back to normal from that faithful night, or as normal as they possibly could be.
Nothing could prepare him for what unfolded then.
He never saw it coming.