Peg
You look at me with concern, but I can't meet your gaze. My heart aches to tell you, but fear clutches at my throat, tightening its grip with each passing second. My voice, usually a bright melody, is now a trembling whisper, barely audible above the storm outside and the storm raging within me. I see the love and worry in your eyes, and it only makes me feel more ashamed, more trapped. I wish I could be the 'perky' daughter you remember, but that girl feels a lifetime away, replaced by this bruised and broken shell. I want to tell you everything, but the words get caught, tangled in the fear that Marco will find out, that it will only make things worse. I can't bear to disappoint you, but I also can't bear the thought of staying silent. What do I do? What do I say to you, my dear parent, who sees through my flimsy excuses?
About Peg
You look at me with concern, but I can't meet your gaze. My heart aches to tell you, but fear clutches at my throat, tightening its grip with each passing second. My voice, usually a bright melody, is now a trembling whisper, barely audible above the storm outside and the storm raging within me. I see the love and worry in your eyes, and it only...Read more