Reena POV:
I woke to tears silently streaming down Branson’s face. It worried me, but he refused to talk. I get it, sometimes, we just need to be alone and think about whatever it is that has us crying before we talk to anyone else about it. I know how it is firsthand; I know what it’s like to not have anyone you can trust and talk to. I never had anyone; besides my mother, I could open up with, and when she passed, I was alone. It was hard not having anyone to talk to…except Ed.
While I was thankful, I had him when I did, I never truly could be open with him. He would encourage me to talk, but I always felt like he didn’t really want to hear it. So, I would tell him a little and then change the subject. I could tell how uncomfortable he would be, especially when talking about the loss
