“Changing the subject. I don’t want to push you, Care, but I want you to know I’m listening. I’m here.” “I’m…” My eyes rise to the midnight sky, searching through the stars for an answer, for something that makes sense. “I’m scared.” The words are whispered and hoarse, torn from the burn of my chest. A single tear drips down my cheek. “For the first time in my life, I don’t know what my future looks like.”
Been there...
