"Well, they're not going to spontaneously change their minds. Or my father won't, and my mother won't contradict him." She knew this as intimately as she knew the back of her own hands. Currently she's not looking at those, though, just at Hannibal. "Whiskey sounds fine." She shrugs.
"Do I regret not staying on mind-numbing medication and lying about what I am? No. Do I regret leaving the country without saying I loved my little brother? Yes," she says. "Strong is relative. Being a homeless female teenager in Manhattan changes the scale a bit."
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Date: 2019-08-12 02:43 am (UTC)"Do I regret not staying on mind-numbing medication and lying about what I am? No. Do I regret leaving the country without saying I loved my little brother? Yes," she says. "Strong is relative. Being a homeless female teenager in Manhattan changes the scale a bit."