Darcy spent the whole day like that, and I could not find my voice to comfort him or to stop him... or to do anything. I just lay there and listened to him apologize. At one point, I must have drifted off and woke up to him passed out next to me like that. His head on one of my hands, that hand went numb at one point during the night, but I could not force myself to do anything about it. Pain, sadness and unimaginable amounts of guilt radiated from him. A part of me wanted to soothe that guilt somehow, to help him feel better, but a bigger part of me did not...
The burning pain in my neck was a reminder of why I had this bitter taste in my mouth and why I was not sure if I wanted to help him or not.
What he has done... it's beyond messed up...
It's... it's one of the worst things tha
