“Thank you for forgiving me.” “I’ll always forgive you, baby girl. Just don’t leave me again.” “I won’t. I can’t.” The rain drips down off our clothes, and blood too. Soon there’s a pool around our feet, threads of scarlet diffusing across the white and black tiles. Our boots squelch in the puddles. Our bodies ache, our heads spin. I’ve never been in more pain. And yet I’m happy. So happy I could die.
