"Tell me what's on your mind."
My god, was that opening an awfully heavy can of worms. I had been lying face down on the bed for the longest time. Too long, I turned to face her. Brown eyes were instantly fixed on mine, waiting.
"If I tell you everything that's on my mind, you'll go running for the hills." It was the truth. My mind was overflowing with, literally, every worry, fear, and overall nuisance of a thought, I had created in the past three months. The days had grown shorter, the nights colder, and it was just about time for her to leave. I was a wreck.
"You know that's not true." She propped up her cheek with his elbow and waited. "Come on." She ran a tiny hand through my hair, and I eased up, just a little.
"No." I had to be the one to be sure. I had to be confident in this.
She didn't say anything. The only sound was