MarcellusI felt like I was losing her.The thought sat in my chest like a stone, heavy and cold and immovable. I had felt it for weeks now, the distance between us growing, the walls she kept building, the way she looked at me like I was a stranger, even the way she had said I need you to leave and the way she had shut me out.I sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the wall. The room was dark and the house was quiet as everyone was fast asleep. Everyone except me. I could hear the soft hum of the refrigerator downstairs alongsides the distant sound of a car passing on the street. I could hear my own heartbeat, loud and heavy and relentless.I thought about Bonnie. The way she had looked at me in her room. Her eyes were red and swollen and she looked like she had been crying for hours and like she was falling apart. And I could not help her, I could not hold her, I could not make it better. Because I was the one who had made it worse.She was pulling away from me, she was pushing
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