“It’s me,”Roger announced,falling to his knees at the foot of the bed.He looked like a child saying bedtime prayers,hands folded in front of him,eyes beseeching,thin lips turned down into a slight frown.“Babe,it’s me,I know it is,it’s all my fault.I starteddrinking again and you knowhow I get when I’m like that,you knowhow it makes me.”His large eyes shone with bright tears.“I need you,can’t you see that?I need you to keep me sober.Give me another chance,please.”He covered his face with his hands.“Don’t leave me,not like this.”
“Roger.”Wes crawled to his boyfriend,his ex-boyfriend,his heart aching.Look at him,on his knees begging.I did this to him,me…why didn’t I think he’d be hurt by this?He reached out and ran a tentative hand over Roger’s tight,bleached curls.His boyfriend shuddered at his touch.“It’s not just you.It’s not…”