Literature
Blankets
I
"Do you love me, or not?"
Christian looks at her, uncomfortable with the question.
"I don't know."
Rose lifts her pale chin, blue eyes desperately, beseechingly, fixed on her lover.
"How can you not know? You either love me or you don't," she says. "I can't handle this coming home and not knowing if I can touch you, if you like the kiss I give you — if you even want me around! I need to know. I need a decision."
"I don't know," he says helplessly, looking anywhere but her. "If I knew I would tell you."
Her breath keeps trying to come out in a sob as she stares at him, but she forces it