People are difficult things to decipher. The majority of them all want one thing and that's to fulfill what lies in their heart. The heart is a fickle thing, isn't it? What do we want in our hearts? For as long as I can remember, I think I wanted a home. I want to fit in somewhere. I wanted to have someone hold me and tell me that everything is going to be okay. Just because that's what I want, it doesn't mean that everyone wants that. It doesn't mean that everyone will see eye to eye with the urge.
"Hey, hey. You're okay. I'm right here. You're gonna be okay," I looked up to see Young holding me as I tried to catch my breath. "Just breathe. Take in deep slow breaths,"
"I'm okay," I whispered sitting up. I looked around to see Talia, Cameron, and Leon looking at us worriedly
