For every pain I fall again

*For every pain, I fall again.* He kissed my foot, blood staining his lips as though my wounds belonged to him too. "How did you get hurt again?" he whispered. His veins stood visible beneath his skin, tense and restrained, yet his touch remained unbearably soft. How strange. How could someone care so gently and still remain so controlled? Oh, how loving he is. How caring. — He pressed the cold compress against my cheek carefully. "Sorry my sister slapped you," he said quietly. The slap was the least of my worries. But he apologized. Because he cares. Because for one brief moment, all his attention became mine. When he finished, he left for work. I watched the door long after it closed. And shamefully.... I wished his sister had done worse. Maybe then he would've stayed longer. Maybe he would've spent the night beside me. I can't wait until the next thing happens.