(Disclaimer: Not mine. There. I think we get it by now.)
(Note: This is a drabble. It's completed. There is no more to it, okay?)
I've known from the beginning that we don't talk about her parents. They're a subject I stay away from, unless I want to spend the night alone.
I can't push her. Even though I know her mother left her carrying one hell of a guilt complex and her father left her doubting her identity, pushing her gets me nowhere.
I've seen how she reacts to being
pressured about the subject. I don't want to be on the receiving end.
It's not something she likes to talk about – and I can see why. So I'll
wait until she decided to talk.