I was talking to a doctor. My stomach felt heavier as he talked to me. Mitch was being cared for by a nurse who was talking to him softly. He looked a bit lost.
When the doctor finished I walked to him and the nurse went away.
I didn't look at him at that moment, I didn't want to cry in front of him.
"I'm sorry." He says with a low voice. "Are you telling my parents?"
"I have to," I say losing the fight with some of my tears so I look at the ceiling. "Why did you do this? I left you by 40 minutes on your own and you do this. I thought you were getting better."
"I... I'm sorry. I thought I was better. I wasn't thinking... I don't know... I just wanted my pain to stop but I don't want to die, I swear, that's why I called 911, If I wanted to die I wouldn't have called."
"You cut your veins like you wanted to."
"I'm sorry. I'm just tired."
"Mitch you are not the only one fucking tired here. Get your shit together. It's been months, he is dead, too bad, but you are still 27 and you have to move on." I do my best to don't yell at him but he starts crying anyway and I don't know if I can do this anymore.
All this crying is making me nuts.
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Love in Chipilo-Drabbles Scomiche
Hayran KurguScott's parents decided to retire in Mexico and chose Chipilo to live. He, in the middle of his 30's years old crisis and with nothing better to do goes and help his parents with the new house. One night Scott loved a boy married with the night, bu...
