River
Tucked into Greyson, my cries are starting to soften. The tears have seemed to stop falling and now I just have a slight hiccup. His finger tips send chills over my body as they lightly brush back and forth on my arms. He hasn't pushed me to talk or say anything. He's been great at just sitting here and comforting me in the best ways he knows how. I feel silly about my reaction to everything, but I feel like since I have turned 18 it has been mess after mess, another lie that has been brought to light. It's exhausting. I need answers and clarity, but I don't even know what questions I should be asking. I feel like while everyone around me knows what is happening, or rather what has happened, I sit in a dark corner alone, clueless. I always knew I was different from my family, almos
