Communication is key. If only taking that advice was as easy as it sounds. My mouth opens, but nothing audible comes out. I know what I want to say but for some reason I am unable to express my thoughts. Even still, I am in shock of what has happened. Roman's face is buried in my neck as we continue to embrace. Eventually one of us will speak. He has spoken, but maybe this time my brain will comprehend what needs to be said. Then we can decide what needs to be done. Regardless of what he says, I know what I will do. I'm not taking chances. I kiss Roman's cheek and then I say, "This isn't your fault."
He pulls away and looks me in the eyes. His eyes are red due to him shedding tears as well. Regret covers his face. I know what is going through my mind. Roman opens his mouth to speak and s
