I hear his shouts

Wishing that i could not hear at all.

I feel the tears on my cheeks

Wishing with all my heart for someone to save me.

I see the tears on his own cheeks

Hatred boiling up at the pure irony that he would DARE to cry, when he is the one at fault.

I taste the bile in my throat

As I am forced to touch him, to comfort him.

I sense his anguish

Gritting my teeth as he complains, as if he is the only one in pain.

I am in pain.

I am in tears.

I am not the one at fault.

He is.