Regrets

{ Andrew }

Nobody asks me anything about how I feel anymore, not even my brother. It's obvious that I'm not well and it's obvious that I have issues, but I still try to act normal and carry on like I used to when Alessandro didn't exist in my life.

I've been living with my brother and Clara again and I spend all day cooped up at home at my new job babysitting my nephew or reading in my spare time, which is still as fun as before, except I'm doing it to escape again and that's not so good.

I need to remind myself of the good things in my life again. Like this roof over my head, my big new family and my lovely nephew.

"Does that taste good, Phoenix?" I ask my nephew as I feed him and he just bangs his little fists on his table, as if demanding that I give him more food. As soon as I bring the spoon close to his mouth he grabs it in his hand and steals it from me to bring it to his mouth frantically as if he's starving, "I guess that's a yes. God, pup, that's why your cheeks are so