LOREN
Nodding slowly, Loren sighed, and hugged his arm to his side again. "And, if, like I said, I don't...I don't see a way forward? A way out from...everything that happened?" He sounded lost again, and he stared at Maea with an almost desperate expression. "If my best isn't good enough?" Because it so rarely was.
Letting out a strangled sound, he buried his face in is hands. "I don't believe that. That good things will happen again." His voice was almost apologetic, and he felt tears prickling in his eyes again. They leaked through his fingers, though as always, he was silent as he cried, the only sign the water coming streaming down his cheeks.
Letting out a strangled sound, he buried his face in is hands. "I don't believe that. That good things will happen again." His voice was almost apologetic, and he felt tears prickling in his eyes again. They leaked through his fingers, though as always, he was silent as he cried, the only sign the water coming streaming down his cheeks.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
