Battle Scars
Sunday, October 4, 2009 @ 4:56 PM
Wounded and bleeding, I lay in bed.
"You didn't have to come. Shouldn't have."
I smile sadly, and my face hurts for it.
"Of course I did, idiot. I had to."
Frowning, brows furrowed with sorrow and anger.
You bow your head.
"I'll be okay. It'll be alright."
"Yeah."
"Just take care of him."
"..."
I beg you. You say, "Sure."
I know you won't. But I trust you anyway.
Because I have to.
I have no choice.
