But spend so many years on the streets, you know a nobody doesn't get a reaction like that. A nobody gets no reaction at all.
I turn my head to look at the house, the women peeping through the bedroom window makes me braver. I can do this, I am safe, I can talk to him.
My mind repeats the words, over and over again. I take that step, and another until I stop close to him, just barely in the barn.
Now I am a few feet away from the man that once wanted to save me.
Only now as I stare at his tense shoulders, I know he finally sees what I've tried to tell him from the beginning. I can't be saved, I don't want to.
Now, I just want Zero to tell me what he needs to. I want to tell him how I thought about him, how I never stopped regretting the way he found out about me.
I want to tell him h
