“Get out. I’m done. I’m tired, and I didn’t expect to have to argue with you on my first night here.” I haul her up with me to standing, off my now rumpled bed, and half drag her by the arm to my door. Meeting no real resistance. Exhaustion is taking over, defeat seeping in, and a throb in my head that will only get worse if she stays.
“It’s only an argument because you are so closed off to the possibility. I'm not saying anything wrong… your defensiveness stems from fear. The fear of defying our parents and disappointing them is why you will forever be a prisoner in Santo land. You need to develop a backbone, look beyond our boundaries, and know that there might be something else for you out there. Maybe even a mate…. That if you let yourself truly examine what you want deep down, you a
