Even relieved, he's awash with guilt and blame is all he feels
"Why haven't you gone?" He's asked in anger. "It's been three days since the shooting and everyone has gone to visit but you!"
"It's my fault. Why would I be welcome?" His answer comes without hesitation, his eyes never leaving the floor.
His heart sings that a full recovery is expected.
His heart breaks that it will be the end of the best thing that's ever happened to him and the best two months of his life.
His life will never be the same without his love.
Once again, he will be broken.
Nevertheless, he only has himself to blame.
