He put a shirt and some underwear on me. He brushed my hair, and he held me.
He didn't know why I was like this.
He didn't know my story, but he helped me anyway.
He gave me water to drink.
He tried to get me to eat, but I didn't. I couldn't.
I'm not sure how long he stayed with me, but eventually, I was able to get up and get a shower.
He was waiting for me when I got out.
And I go right back into his arms.
I slept for the first time in three days that night.
YOU ARE READING
In Pieces
Short StoryI didn't want to destroy him. I was afraid I would break him into pieces. And add him to the list of people I've broken. There's too many on that list. Too many.
