today i was given roses; short story

day six.

today i was given roses.

last night he held a gun to my head. he wasn't sober, it wasn't him. i was crying and i didn't mean to make him feel bad. but i did. how could i?

today i was given roses. he gave them to me because he is sorry.

but i'm starting to think.. is he really sorry? i'm absolutely petrified of him. but i love him.

do i love him? i don't know anymore.

but he didn't mean it... did he?