'Joe?'
She knocked on their bedroom door
'Joe. Are you alright?'
Marine felt panic growing
'Joe!'
She opened the door
Hearing the familiar jutting sound of smoke on the water
She crept through the door way
And saw her bed
The room was stuffy
Empty glasses and mugs
Lay scattered across the floor
And there sat Joe
He was supported by the wall
Sat on the floor
Ratty guitar fitting into his malnourished body
'Jesus Joe.'
Marine sat down beside him
Joe had sunken into his own body
His chest rose roughly before falling in shaky steps
He didn't know she was there
His head had fallen
Chin tucked into his neck
'Joe?'
She whispered
He lifted his head
Letting out a shallow groan
'Jesus Joe, what did you do to yourself?'
She felt tears well up in her eyes
She tried to pry the guitar neck from his grasp
But he held onto it
'Don't. It belongs to my best friend.'
Joe felt his throat close up as he said this
'What?'
'You can't take the guitar from me. Please don't. It belongs to my best friend, the girl I love I can't let you take it, Marine will be back soon. I know she will.'
It was a miracle he managed to get out those words
His voice was raspy
And his eyes were half closed
'Joe. Joe its me. Its Marine.'
Joe shook his head
In jagged movements
'No. no, no, no, no, no. Marine is ill. Sh-she's ill. But she will get better i Know she will.'
'Joe it's me. Please Joe.'
'You can't be Marine. She's sick, she's hurt. And I can't help her! Im not good enough for her!'
He shifted his body away from her
'I always thought I wasn't good enough for you.'
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Joe loves Marine
Short StoryMarine was ill She didn't think she was good enough for Joe But Marine Wasn't always happy Joe noticed How she was so upset sometimes How she skipped meals Days at a time How she just couldn't bring herself to care about her health Joe would bring h...
