“Stop, Marek!”

I rushed over to him, pushing the weights off him before he crushed himself. He looked up, surprised. As he sat up from the bench, I wrapped my arms around him. Marek could still breathe as I held him to my chest, since my breasts were so small, but still. I held him tight, encompassing him as completely as I could.

It had been three days since his outburst. It didn’t get better. I was getting better, but his mood continued to darken. He would be close, but it felt like he ...