My Cardboard Balcony

God Damn It by Belinda Roddie God damn it, I was dying when you found me on the street corner, bleeding through my new jacket. I could listen to the sound of your voice all night as you held me. By the time the ambulance arrived, you were holding my hand and carrying me to the stretcher. I woke up seeing a blur of lights and nurses' faces. I saw you sitting behind my bed, the flowers red and blue on the table. I knew I had to know your name, the thoughts inside your head, the look on your face. I saw you were clad in black and purple. When you said, "Hello," all I could reply with was, "My hero."

"You're nothing but a liar!" spat Marissa. "A thief! A crook! I gave you everything, and you decided to run off with it! You never wanted to share a life with me - you just wanted to suck the bone marrow out of it, drain me dry like some sort of overly aggressive, needy vampire!" She stopped to take a breath, staring at the cloaked man in front of her. He shrugged. "To be fair," he said, "I am literally an overly aggressive, needy vampire."