I wake up abruptly to the sound of shattering glass. I check the clock before I run downstairs to see what happened.
"Ryan?" I ask, turning on the kitchen light.
As soon as the light turns on I see Ryan standing near the sink with a broken wine glass scattered all over the counter.
My eyes go immediately to his blood stained hands.
"What the hell happened? Are you okay?" I ask him and begin to look at his hand.
"I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't mean to." He says and I look up into his bloodshot eyes. He's been drinking.
"Have you been drinking?" I ask him calmly.
"No... I mean... Y-Yes, okay... I have been p-please don't be mad at me. I know you t-told me to not drink anymore but I'm s-sorry I just I'm so stressed I'm-"
"Ryan, stop. It's fine, let's get you cleaned up." I say and take his hand. I wash it off and see the cuts more clearly.
I guide him up the stairs and into the bathroom, hoping he doesn't fall because I won't be able to pick him up. We both stay quiet as I place the bandaids on his cuts.
I feel awful that this happened because of me. He was so nervous of me getting upset at him that he dropped a glass. His eyes are still puffy once he's all bandaged up.
"Are you okay?" I ask him and he nods, still staying distant from me. He's scared of me and I know he shouldn't be.
I slowly wrap my arms around his waist and bury my head into his chest, wishing that none of this ever happened.
"I'm sorry." He apologizes for what feels like the hundredth time tonight.
"No, Ryan. I'm sorry. I made you so nervous that you freaked out when you came home. Our relationship shouldn't be like that." I say into his chest, my voice muffled.
"We can talk about this more in the morning, let's go to sleep now. Okay?" I suggest and he nods.
We get into bed and I still feel his distance. He is facing the opposite direction as me and I know he thinks I'm upset at him.
"Ryan?" I call him softly.
"Hm?" He asks, still refusing to look at me.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just tired."
"Then come here." I say and he slowly turns around. I snuggle up to him but he doesn't touch me at all, not like he usually does.
I sigh.
"I'm not mad at you. Please, try to understand that." I tell him and he looks down at me.
"Are you sure?" He asks.
"Yes, I'm positive. Please, let's just forget about this and focus on your hand healing."
"Okay. Goodnight, (Y/N). I love you."
"I love you too, Ryan. Sweet dreams."
