Ava
He needed my help. Little did he know that was what I came here to do. I was going to find a way to drag him to Dr Ben if he hadn’t gone already.
She killed herself and he blames himself.
Gordon's words replay in my head. She walked the same path I do now.
Everyone seems to be talking parables, but I want to hear it from him.
I know it is painful, but I would like it if he could open up to me. Let me in. A kind of shoulder to rely on. I want that to be me.
“What is it?” I ask him.
“You still blame yourself for your mother's death?”
The question takes me by surprise. I furrow my brows at him. He needs my help, but am I capable of bleeding out for him?
The week I came here and cut myself open for him in hopes he’ll return the favour.
Can I still do it? I take a breath. One st
