your breath tensed, as you’ve been worrying about your partner for more then these past months. you’ve seen his health decline, and you couldn’t do anything about it. once again, Sal laid up in one of the guest bedroom’s. he’s been sleeping in there since last week, making an excuse each night.. it was like he was distancing himself from you. and you hated yourself for it.

your feet quiet, fighting the creaks on each step. Sal laid underneath the covers, by himself. you walk in the room standing in the doorframe. a dimly lit bulb washed over the room’s walls. your breath shallow, as you’ve stared at his shape underneath the sheets. he could hear your breaths but he never spoke.

“Sal?.. please talk.” you muttered under your breath obviously worried for his wellbeing.

the room smelt with oder, plates, and dishes lined up on the stand’s. clothing, all on the floor, mixed with wrappers.

he laid still, almost as if he wasn’t breathing, you walk over hovering over him. before sitting on the edge of the bed..

“Sal.. come, you need a bath..”

you stood waiting, seeing what he’d react with.