"I'm just saying," Rosco said as if he was going to give Charlotte an ultimatum. "If you don't get on some sort of anti-depressant meds, then I am."
"What?" She looked at him there in the kitchen with her morning coffee. What was he expecting last night? Something oral? They had intercourse. "I don't know what you mean?" God, he wanted sex this morning. That was it. But she'd had been in such a deep sleep. Finally an hour before six, she'd had perfect sleep.
Well, he could be done with it in 7 minutes. Maybe 5. She knew how he worked. He'd come home at the oddest times from class and say he'd forgot something. They'd have a quicky and he'd be back in class in fifteen minutes.
"You..you have to do something." He told her.
"And? And, if I don't?" She was not going to be medicated. No, it might tear her a part from her creative side. She'd just ride it out. She'd had a lot of things to ride out. Like when her mother died. When her father left. She'd ride this out about Parker, too. But this was something, she felt was her own damn fault. That was something she couldn't erase.
"I'm just saying, I could-" he couldn't finish his thought.
She stared up at him. She hadn't forgotten how he'd been there for her. He was so much more than a boyfriend. They were practically married. He needed get through his studies at the technical center before the deal was sealed.
"I'm sorry." She apologized. She put down her coffee and reached for him then. "I'm really fine. I am. I honestly am." She'd just have to be more careful around him. Smile. God damnit, smile. She kept telling herself. She didn't know if she could take it..if he left her.