He breaks a cup and we stare at the shards and I sit on the floor and lean my head against the shards as Alex leans lower and picks them up and cuts two fingers and drops the shards in the garbage can.
“Put your fingers under the water. Cold.” I say and he does so, opening the tap with the other hand and his blood mixes with water and everything seems like a pink elixir which I could drink and I press my lips against and I wonder what would happen if I would press lipstick into it too and mine and Jamie’s future kiss and life underneath Alex’s healthy blood and I start digging my hair under the water as well.
