Dragoncrest Cliffs Every single one's got a story to tell

He wasn't sure how to answer her. He wasn't ready to admit he missed her or that he had come here to try and make some sense of everything that had happened. His bronze gaze moved away from her in an attempt to hide the longing he was afraid had settled in his eyes. I came to join yo--Drageda, he answered, stumbling over the word you and quickly changing it but knowing he had given away some of his inner turmoil. I...couldn't stay in Sangeda. It reminds me too much of him, he added, his gaze accusatory. It was hard not to think about how it was her fault when she was standing right in front of him. The space had softened the resentment--tricked him into thinking he could face her again. He took a step back and looked at anything but her, giving the suffocating feelings time to ebb. He concentrated only on the sound of the waves moving in and out in the distance, hoping the rhythmic sound would help calm his mind a little.Swallowing hard again, he met her gaze once more and asked, So, is there room for me here? As hard as it was to be here facing his mom everyday, he knew being back in Sangeda living with the all the painful reminders would be exponentially more difficult.