-Anastasia-
Bruce was trying to be comforting, and I appreciated it, but I didn’t feel like talking. My heart was aching with such deep pain that I could barely put it into words, so I curled up, but Bruce didn’t seem to like that.
“Come on, beautiful, let’s talk about it,” he insisted.
I shook my head, and he reached out, petting me.
“You’re obviously grieving,” he said.
“Then maybe I should be alone.”
“That’s not the solution,” he told me.
“I think it is.”
“No, you’re going to eat something first, and if you still insist on being quiet, I won’t pressure you. But at some point, you need to talk about it.”
I shook my head once more, and Bruce sighed, not happy to see me closing off.
“I can’t…” I whispered, feeling the tears sting in my eyes.
“Yes, you can.”
“I don’t talk about
