I wake up with my gran looking at me with a tray in her hand. She had made me breakfast in bed that morning. I got two hours of sleep last night. She asked how my sleep had been. When I didn't reply her eyes started to water and she left the tray and ran out the door. I didn't find anything last night. I called him today and asked why he was there. He had told me not to worry about it but by the shakieness of my voice he knew he had to tell me soon. He told me he loved me and that he had to go. I was scared. And everyone knows it.
