S O P H I E
I know I’m young, but losing my mother, whom I never really knew, made me think about what I want from life.
I don’t want to have to do something to please someone else. I want to break the cycle and not get trapped in their kind of life.
I want love, a family, bake sales, date nights, and fighting over not taking out the stupid trash. God, I relished the idea of having someone to fight with me. Someone who would actually fight back.
Not just dismiss me.
For a moment, I thought I saw that look in Bruce's eyes. That longing for more, for a connection with another person.
Part of me wants to try to show him we could have that too, that we could walk away from all of this.
But part of me doesn’t want to have to ask for it.
Grabbing my pillow, I pull it under my head an
