"This is one of those stupid reoccurring nightmares. It is kind of hard to talk about." I say starting. "My father was an abusive father. That is why my brother left. He could not take me with him because he could not take care of me." I say. "Any way, in the dream my father is trying to kill me. The pain fills so real." I pause to wipe a tear from my eye. "That is pretty much it." I say.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
His caring eyes looks at me and wipe my tears. Without warning, I slowly lean in and kiss him. Realizing what I just did I pull away. "Sorry." I say. "I did not mean to do that."
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
'They are afraid of nothing,' I grumbled, watching their approach through the window. 'Together, they would brave Satan and all his legions.' — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights