Mark's words echoed in my head. I whimpered, trying to make him look at me. I expected anger, something to rival my own rage, but when he lifted his head, his eyes were filled with disappointment.
And then I knew what love really was.
---
"What?" I asked, as Roger's whole body relaxed, and he leaned down to rest his head on his legs, crying freely. "What?" He wouldn't answer me.
Maybe it was the realization that he'd attempted suicide, I thought, as I found the gauze and started to bandage Roger's arms.
---
I waited until he was finished, and then I straightened up, staring at myself. Mark sighed and headed towards the kitchen, where he took a seat at the table. I followed him, unsure of what to say.
"I'm sorry.."
He cleared his throat.
"Mark, I'm sorry.."
There was a silence, and then he muttered, "Don't be."
And then I knew what love really was.
---
"What?" I asked, as Roger's whole body relaxed, and he leaned down to rest his head on his legs, crying freely. "What?" He wouldn't answer me.
Maybe it was the realization that he'd attempted suicide, I thought, as I found the gauze and started to bandage Roger's arms.
---
I waited until he was finished, and then I straightened up, staring at myself. Mark sighed and headed towards the kitchen, where he took a seat at the table. I followed him, unsure of what to say.
"I'm sorry.."
He cleared his throat.
"Mark, I'm sorry.."
There was a silence, and then he muttered, "Don't be."
