Harlow sighs, she wants to see it that way, she wants to open herself up, she wants not to be buried in that grief, the grief for her brothers, for herself. She has tried before but she has never succeeded. She tries not to let the divide between them grow once more, but the fact of the matter remains…
“You don’t understand”
“You always say that, but I want to understand Harlow, I really do”
Harlow rolls onto her side facing Austin, looking in his eyes. The warmth is gone, all she can see is black in the night.
“I can’t”
“Then don’t tell me that I won’t understand if you won’t give me a chance to. You can let me in”
“You are a stranger to me”
“Right now, I am the closest person to you and you are the closest person to me”
“Of course I am. We are in the same goddess damn, tiny bed”
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