Ananda

Some money went missing, I say some but it was a lot—an amount you notice when it disappears from your home without a trace. My parents blamed her without question, because who else could it be? No one else had been in our home. She denied it: Why would she steal from people she’s trying so hard to impress, from the girl she loves, from a man she fears? But that was it, she had to leave our house. And now I am stuck between a rock and an even bigger rock.

I love her and I trust her and that’s not gonna change the second something bad happens, nor the second my parents disapprove. Maybe she needs me; I sure as hell need her.

We’ve been crying on the phone to each other every night and trying every moment of every day not to relapse. Our tears are enough, we don’t need our blood to fall as well. ♦