chapter 8
"Your father made it pretty clear, all the whys and whatnots. I don t need you to repeat it." I snap a little too tetchily and instantly get hit with a wave of sadness, maybe regret, as it moves over me, and I pick up on his feelings. I glance up and see he is marginally closer, and I guess that s why I can now feel what he does. In our separation, I couldn t feel much except my own misery. I guess that s the only positive about being apart. Now I m carrying both of our emotions.
"I need to explain my reasons. I don t blindly do what he says ... I have my own mind. Please don't be like this. I m trying to move us forward." He also slumps down on top of a rock not far from me, and mirrors my pose, dropping his legs over the edge as we sit facing each other across the clearing in what seems like a huge gulf between us. All my hopes of reuniting with passion and lust, dying a hefty death, and depressing me even more.