“Do you want to talk about it love…?” Valeria’s voice rang out. By accident she had found your journal whilst cleaning up your shared bedroom. To say she was worried would be an understatement….

“I Wont be mad…” she says softly. Her arms wrapped around you as you sat in her lap. Her body slowly rocking from side to side as she hummed softly.

She knew this was tough, and she wasn’t going to rush you. But she was worried to death…. She cared about you. she didn’t want to lose you….