Rosco didn't know it would hurt so much. The shock, perhaps, or was it just being in the comfort of her arms.
"I want you to have so much more," she said so quietly that he thought maybe she said nothing at all. "I do. Can you do that for me." His face dripped in tears. He didn't know it would be this way. Perhaps all this pain would wash away, and he wouldn't remember it.
"I know you were there for me. I just don't know if I could have been there for you," Emily murmured. "I think I'm broken. And you don't need this." She kept shaking her head, no.
He sniffed back the tears thinking he'd be sick if he wasn't careful.
"But- but I love you."
"Yeah, I know." She let go.
Rosco watched her back away. Get her bag and go. She didn't look back, either. It was over for good now. He just had to figure out away he could get back to Carrie without her knowing what a miserable idiot he really was.
Maybe he'd feel better if he threw up first.