Anastasia:
I had to remind myself countless times that it was all over. The burial, the words of encouragement that my obnoxious family members seemed to pour out while they hid their stupid smiles behind their veils.
It was all over now. But sitting with Hardin in this mildly dark living room, the glass of juice I had gone back to take still slightly chilling my palms, I felt the need to talk about it. To shed more light into that topic I have evaded for so long.
" My father was a kind man you know? What am I saying? He was the best man. He was probably the only person who ever believed in me you know?" I asked him, turning to stare at him.
This Hardin was different. This one stared at me with such rapt attention as though the words that were leaving my mouth held so much meaning to h
