I don’t tell anyone about what I asked my dad to provide me with. Not my aunt, not my friends, not even Cyrus. He knows what I’m trying to achieve, but I don’t mention it to him anymore, just like I promised to myself.
He’s doing mostly okay, when we’re in the Headquarters. He has to, at least in front of everyone else. But when we’re alone, he’s back to grieving the lost lives. I try to give him space. I try to console him. I literally try everything possible that could help him, but nothing does.
So, I just try to coexist with him, even if it pains me. And I can’t believe that I have to say this, but I feel completely alone, even when we’re sitting next to each other. It’s a feeling I didn’t think I’d ever know next to him.
I know that I shouldn’t be hurt by this. It’s not about me an
