I came home at about 1 am. I was not as drunk as the past few days, but still a bit tipsy. I stumbled into the kitchen, spotting the lasagne on the counter. I got a plate out of the cupboard and turned around to the lasagne when I noticed Alex. He was half sitting, half lying on the floor, propped up against the kitchen counter. I looked him up and down and noticed the little puddle of blood pooling around his left wrist, a little silver piece of metal in it.

A wave of shock hit me. I almost instantly sobered up. I knelt down next to him, shook him and called his name. Very slowly, his eyelids fluttered open.

“Lexy. Baby dandelion. What happened?” I asked, managing to keep my panic under control. He breathed out, and just pointed to a piece of paper on the counter. I hurriedly picked it up and quickly read through it. It was a letter of termination. I was unemployed, but I had known that before. I was currently not in the mood to look for a new job.

But apparently it had freaked Alex out enough to relapse. My beautiful baby dandelion had cut his wrist. I sank down next to him.

“Alex, I am so sorry. The job thing is not too bad, I will look for a new job, I promise. I am so sorry. Sorry for leaving you and Mari alone. I was delirious, I didn’t even notice how I left you alone. I am so incredibly sorry. Please forgive me. I will get better and I will stop drinking. I will care for you and Mari. I love you,” I begged.

Alex slowly woke up a bit more and replied, “Promise?”

“I promise Alex. I will give my best. I love you so much, I am sorry I hurt you like this,” I answered, tears streaming down my cheeks.

He made grabby hands at me and I carefully picked him up and carried him to the bathroom to clean his wounds. He flinched a little when the water ran over them, causing them to sting, but I hushed him and padded them off before bandaging both his wrist and his hand. I led him to the bedroom and tucked him in. I waited until he was asleep before I pet our l I went to shower.

I stepped into the hot water. I let it wash away all the sweat and grime from my body and all the internal dirt and tears too. It felt like a new beginning. I was going to fix things.

I stepped out of the shower when my skin was all clean and rosy. I dried myself off carefully and put on my sleeping boxers. Carefully as not to wake Alex, I crawled into bed. Before I fell asleep, I counted his heartbeats, making sure they were regular and I slowly drifted off to sleep.

Notes

Aw look, Jack wants to get better! c:
And did anyone notice the song reference in the last sentence? ;)

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-Laura