*Celeste*
I felt so much relief when I saw him approach the house with Peter, but he went straight into the bathroom and vomited. I can feel how badly he is hurting, and as much as I want to take it from him, there is nothing that I can do.
“I love you,” I tell him gently as I help him to the bedroom.
He doesn’t say a word. He barely even blinks. It’s like he’s walking around numb. I unbutton his shirt before pushing him back to sit on the bed. I untie his boots and remove them, pulling off his socks. Still, he just stares at the wall behind me. I help him stand and push his pants down. He steps out of them and climbs into bed, curling into a ball on his side. He never stops staring at the spot on the wall.
I pull my clothes off, leaving just my bra and underwear, and climb
