Archer
“Do you want to talk about everything now or did you want to wait until you’re a bit better?” I asked as I reached over and grabbed her hand, “Which ever you prefer, I will do. Whatever you want, love. But remember, no matter what happens, I will always be here.”
“You’re scaring me, Arch.” She whispered, “And to be honest, I would rather know everything now.”
“Which order would you like to talk?” she furrowed her brow at me, looking a bit confused, “I’m sorry. I guess my mind isn’t all here right now.” She moved a bit and hissed, “Hell. This hurts.”
“Let’s talk about…” but she cut me off.
“I want to know about my dad first.” She said with a bit of determination in her voice, “I’m so confused with everything. I don’t know how to wrap my head around it. How do I, and it hurts to
