He kissed her goodnight.
A brush of liquored breath.
"Sweet dreams, I love you."
Slurred words of comfort.
He stumbles to the couch.
In search of the bottle half empty.
Guzzling liquid to stifle a cry.
Drunken thoughts hit him.
Sobs rise up his throat.
No, just vomit.
Heave after heave rack his body.
Weak and spent he slumbers at last.
She's tired.
Brushing hair away from his face.
She's sad.
A blanket to keep him comfortable.
She's angry.
Cleaning the mess so he wont remember.
She loves him.
"You're my best friend. I could never hate you. I'm here for you. I will take care of you. I love you."