LOREN
Standing right where he was, still gazing downwards at the ground far below, Loren shivered as a cold breeze sprang up. Still without his cloak, he hugged his arms tightly. When Maea spoke up, he didn't turn to look at her. "To be able to handle loss. To move on, and do the next right thing, despite the pain, and the heartbreak, and the self-loathing." Again, he swayed, precariously.
"But I don't know what the next right thing is anymore." Finally, he looked back at her, eyes tired and sad. "Even worse? I'm not sure I even want to figure it out." He turned back to face front.
"But I don't know what the next right thing is anymore." Finally, he looked back at her, eyes tired and sad. "Even worse? I'm not sure I even want to figure it out." He turned back to face front.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
