"Conner, what is going on? Are you alright? Please tell us!"I pleaded as I frantially tried to look for an answer from him. Anything. Anything to keep this scilence to swirl in the air. Anything to keep the tension forming inside the room, almost as thick as fog. Anything to keep me from feeling broken and scared from the inside. I almost felt like a frayed kite. It can be strong with the wind, but it broken all the same if it torn and broken apart from a branch of a tree. What was going on with Conner? I wanted to comfort him but,...what am I supposed to say? I always fail, so what do I do without hruting him and me? I need a map dearly, because I a flying blindly like Heldi Hansen and Cinthya Murphey. What do I so when I feel misguided and lost right now??
