#Chapter41
Reaching to the lamp, I turn it off and the room flashes to blackness. Moonlight causes a glow around us, but it's not until my eyes adjust that I can see him. /"I'm tired,/" I say bluntly. It's true. I am tired. The constant contemplation on whether I should say something or not, do something or not, think something or not—it's exhausting. Right now it's easier to just turn off the light and my mind as well. I'm tired of the anxiety that comes when I try to speak my truth.
/"Come on,/" he says. /"Tell me what's going on./"
Moving on my side and facing away from him, I lay as close to the edge as possible. /"Never mind it. Let's just go to bed./"
/"Wrenley?/" I stay quiet and hear him sigh. /"A lot has happened today, I know. It's overwhelming. The last thing I want is for you to go quiet on me now./"
/"I don't want to, but you make it hard./"
