#1973

“Baby…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you…I promise…”

you say, you had an argument. Earlier Brian was laying on your lap and you were babying him. Brian was always a bit of a softy. But you loved him. My friends were beside me. And they tapped the end of their cigarette into his hair. So the ash would get stuck in it. You shouted at your friends and told them to leave. But Brian through you were saying it to him. And he left crying.

you tried to open the door to your bedroom, but he locked it. Leaving you outside while he was crying inside

finally he opened it and you ran to his side hugging him tightly and kissing the side of his face. Just how he likes it. Whispering how sorry you were. And how it was not meant to be directed at him. Brian did nothing wrong. But he couldn’t see that