I’m more than a foot smaller than him. It’s me” I chose sincerity. “You are trying to decide if what you are going to do next is what you really want” he says looking away, like he is thinking far away, and there is more “And it will probably hurt you.”
I open my eyes wide and stare at him. My shaking legs fall numb and he put me slowly on my feet, still keeping an arm tight around my waist and supporting me, otherwise I’d be falling for sure. He pressed me hard against the parapet, my back hurting as I was being bent against it’s edge, and his motions were getting rougher each second. He is propped on his elbow again, fingers enlaced over his chest and legs casually crossed. The coffee tasted good but awkward. Some people can get rid of this disease, using medicine, visiting shrinks…
