Prompt #11 -- What Do You Want?
To be with him again. To be traveling with him again, getting into trouble and running from it and pulling through by the skin of our teeth.
But I'm never going to get that. He's gone, I can't have him back. Mum says I'll learn to handle the pain, that I'll move on someday. And if anybody would know, it'd be her. I mean, she moved on after my father died. But in a lot of ways, it's not the same. Not the same at all.