Alexie:
Tears slipped from her eyes as she stared up at the ceiling. The knot in my throat wouldn't go away no matter how many times I tried to swallow it back. I looked down at the empty bottle. She had more than I did but it wasn't enough. Not for her and not for me. I took the tray off the bed and set on the floor next to me. I pulled her to me.
"He's wrong," I said making her look at me.
"What?" she asked sitting up straight.
"It f*cking matters," I said. "It does matter to me, trouble,"
"Oh," she said pulling away. Her breathing became irregular as she looked around the bed her hands shaking.
"Hey, hey, hey not because I'd reject you, trouble," her eyes shot up to mine. "Never, he got one thing right, princess. You're utterly perfect. In every way. I'd be a f*****g i***t t
