David
It felt so good to lay in bed, it felt even better to lay in bed next to her. In the three days since her accident I had just dozed fitfully on the chair but tonight my back just couldn’t take it any more.
It wasn’t even just that. I needed to be close to her, touch her even a little bit. I was going mad to just smell her hair, the scent of her skin. She had barely looked at me, her answers were always short and polite but there was none of the spark I had first seen in her. The spark that I had fallen in love with. She just lay on the bed for hours either staring at the ceiling or curled up on her side with her eyes screwed tight and I could tell she was trying not to cry. And I knew I was part of the reason she was upset. Hell, I was the entire reason. I just couldn’t do or sa
