Prompt: “That doesn’t even begin to make it okay.”
“That doesn’t even begin to make it okay,” Alex snapped back. He put his head in his hands and took a deep breath. It took several minutes for one of them to say something again.
“What do you want me to say? I know I messed up. It wasn’t me!” ” Bash asked. He didn’t attempt to touch Alex because he knew that it wouldn’t make things better so he slowly backed away towards the kitchen. “What can I do to make it up to you?”
“I know it wasn’t you!” Alex shot up. He walked over to Bash in the kitchen and stood facing him.
“I wish things weren’t like this.”
“I know, I don’t either. You need help.”
“I know, but I-I can’t! I want to, b-but I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. You just refuse to do it.” Alex conceded. He leaned over the marble countertop and rubbed his face with his hands. He sighed loudly and rested his head in his hands to look up at Bash.
“I’m scared.”
“I don’t know how much longer I can handle this. I need some space.”
“Baby, please don’t leave. Please.” Bash pleaded, gripping onto Alex’s arm. He pulled out of his grip and went back to the living room, grabbed his keys, stopped to look at Bash and proceeded out the door. Bash ran towards him, but stopped at the door and watched him walk to his car. Alex looked back at him for a second and continued on.
