One Hundred Pounds

Ethan 

Demyan's face was painfully red as he blinked back his tears then tucked his hair behind his ears. His lower lip started to wobble and I felt my heart break. When was it the last time I had seen Demyan cry because of sadness? It had been forever if I was honest. 

I did not want his heartbreak to be because of me. Yet the thought of letting Demyan go off his meds scared the living daylights out of me. The fear of something happening to him was all consuming. 

I gently ran my hand over the back of his head and kissed his temple, "Will it make you feel better if we go to the doctors just to hear our options then?"

He nodded before he cleared his throat and quickly wiped away his tears, "Please. I don't want to waste anymore time. You've waited long enough and I know you said you gave yourself four months to start the process again. I don't want to be in the way of that and we only have a month left."