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from a lovers point of view.

a/n: in love w zach bryan's music atm, so here's this chapter! enjoy lovelies!

you don't have to drink tonight, why don't we just get some sleep? 'cause I'm tired of crying in driveways, as you slur the words you speak. i know growing up has been an evil thing to you makes you awful hard to love from a lover's point of view.

"sweetheart, why don't we just stay in tonight?" karissa says, rubbing your back.

"no, baby i wanna go out. i-just give me a minute, i'll be fine." you say, wiping the tears off your face. you'd been crying on and off for hours. you close your eyes, and fall back onto karissa's chest. you take deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down.

"come on, baby. let's get you upstairs, and into some pjs."

"karissa. i want to go to dinner." you say, looking back at your wife.

"baby i think we should stay home."

"i don't wanna fight with you. i don't need the added stress. ive got a lot on my mind right now."

and I'll never understand how you wound up in the shape you're in but I'll always be the fool that fell for you and your burnin' skin i'll be prayin' for you and pinin' for you and hopin' you get some rest but from a lover's point of view, it's all been hard to watch at best

karissa rubs your shoulders. "i know baby, and i'm sorry. but i'm saying that i think we should stay home tonight so you can get some rest. i think you need that right now."

you sigh, "i'll stay home, but i want a drink first."

"that's fine. you can have a drink. but then you're sleeping. and i'm making sure you're sleeping."

"you're gonna watch me sleep?" you say, getting up off the couch, and walking into the kitchen. you flip the light on, and grab a whiskey glass and the handle of jack daniels from the cabinet.

"if i have to, i will."

you pour the strong liquid into the glass, and drink it. it burns as you swallow, licking your lips to get the last bit of liquor. "fuck, that's strong."

"come on, baby. let's get upstairs." karissa says, holding out her hand.

"do we have to? i feel like a child."

"you need to rest, darling."

you walk upstairs, and karissa follows in toe. you change into your wife's t-shirt, and get into bed with her. karissa rubs your head as tears fall onto your pillow. you sniffle, and turn towards your wife.

"baby what's wrong? talk to me. tell me what's going on."

"i just can't believe it. i actually don't know how to feel. i'm numb. i lost a patient today. a little girl. she was only four. i kept thinking of anna all day. i miss them." you smile, attempting to refocus the conversation.

"don't try and change the subject on me, love. your feelings matter. i want you to feel comfortable telling me anything. i'm so sorry that happened, baby."

"i'm so so glad i have you."

karissa smiles, and kisses your lips. her warm hands wrap around your waist, cuddling you as you softly cry. "i love you, sweetheart."

"i love you more."

"did you eat something today?" (she knows who she is.)

"yeah. i had a couple blueberries with a bagel this morning."

"you should eat something else, too. you must be hungry."

"eh."

"please. eat something. even if it's small."