Colin Pov
If a professional was lost for words, then I sure as hell had nothing to say.
I hadn't talked to anyone else about it. I was perfectly content with the memory staying locked up in the corner of my brain. Except, as hard as I tried to repress it, the memory wasn't content on staying locked up. It came out when it's quiet. It came out when I'm stressed. It came out when I'm lonely.
Like right now.
My phone was sitting on the desk beside me, dark and silent just like the house.
I wondered what my Dan would say if I texted him. I didn't even know what I'd say.
As much as I tried, I couldn't focus on homework. My mind was going in all directions, like an out of control spinning top. I didn't want to talk to anyone and at the same time, I was also desperate for someone to talk to.
