Foolish. Both of them. Children, caught in a web they’d spun, unable to get free.
Fighting, loving—with them it was all the same. Never knowing why they did it, why they couldn’t stop…why no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t walk away.
Pain. It cut them both, yet they gloried in it. Reveled in the fact that some part of their lives could still be controlled.
Both cried when their fists met their marks. Cruel words flew, masking the ones they both wanted to say.
I love you.
And even harder…
I’m sorry.
