I've had a lot of private conversations in the past to know most of them do not end well.
We both walked to Pete's slick car and got in to discuss.
"I've been thinking, Pixie" He began, barely allowing me to settle properly on the car seat. "I've been thinking about a lot of things that I can't keep inside me anymore"
I opened my mouth to question him but he cut me off.
"I have to pour out my mind for the sale of my mental health. I have to feel better, I don't wanna go crazy" He was speaking with sharpness and rushing his words. "You have chosen Barry as your mate"
My lips opened slightly and my eyes flits down my hand and then went back up to his face.
