love

At least, while we were making love beside a shattered vase, none of it's sharp edges cut me. I started at the cut in my palm as Gabriel cleaned it. He was hell bent on doing it himself.

“This would hurt." He said seriously as if he was planning to stab me with a dagger.

I closed my eyes and when he poured the alcohol, I winced and threw my head back.

“Sorry." He winced as if he was the one being hurt.

When I slept, I dreamt of Gabriel switching my pills, in the dream he was selfish and greedy and he wanted to lock me up.

I woke up to the sound of drills and I remembered the jewelrer and wondered if she ever sent those replacement rings.

I stood up and wrapped a robe around my naked body, the drilling sounds were too much to overlook. As I went out to the hall, it got louder.

When I got to the living room, I saw that there were workers, repairing everything and putting things into place. There was a new and more beautiful dining table, the old chandeliers that were shattered were now