Bishop
“I wish you’d talk to me,” Harley whispers as she lays next to me. She came back an hour ago and didn’t speak as she changed for bed. She’d kept looking at me like she expected me to make this all better, but I just couldn’t force myself to say things I don’t mean right now. “You’re purposely shutting me out and I don’t like it. I haven’t given you a reason to do it. More than anything, we need each other right now.”