Lewis came into my room to "talk" to me, but all he does is stand there in silence. I don't want to hear his voice anyway, but he doesn't need to just stand there. I'd rather he actually do something him just standing there silently is weird.
"You know why she's mad, don't you?"
His voice cuts through the quiet. Of course I know. I've never been good enough for her. I just stopped trying to be, and it's pissing her off. She hates me. It's mutual. I can't say that, of course. It'll only make things worse for me if I do.
"She wouldn't get mad if you just behaved." He sighs as though he knows this conversation is pointless. I hate it when he gets the fatherly tone in his voice. He will never replace our father, I don’t know why he bothers to try.
It's pathetic.
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Trying To Find My Way Back Home
PrzygodoweValerie was just a little girl when she lost everything. Now, her entire life is spent finding her way back home. I had a really weird dream, so I'm writing it down cause it was cool.
