I don't want to leave. I don't want to. Something in me says, begs and pleads, stay. You need to stay. I cannot just leave him there in that tight little ball, stomach churning with tears crammed inside. I cannot. When I touch his head, when my body slides onto the bed beside him and he tenses, I understand this is a man who is terrified of what being touched might mean. He let one person touch him, sometimes. And she betrayed him by dying. But I'm there. *Click image to read* * Stories* * Home*