Hey , guys... This is my first drabble. Uh, it's supposed to be a Legacy tag... Tell me what you think!
It was late, late at night—but he hadn't gone home yet. Writing, working—anything not to think about it.
"Daniel?" she asked, coming in. His back was towards her. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Her hand gently rubbed his neck, circling, circling, and he felt the muscles loosen.
"My grandfather—he… Years ago, he was committed—hallucinations, paranoid delusions... Ever since then, I…"
He couldn't bring himself to continue.
I was scared I'd be crazy, too.
The circles continued. "It's okay," she said. "It wasn't you. It was never you."
He sighed. Breath left him, along with the tension. "Thanks, Sam."
Well? Whatcha think? Good? Bad?