Back to Reality
"I know I said that this would be a day or two only thing Mom, but I want more."
"I was afraid of this, Bran. We can't. It's not healthy for you and I'm terribly afraid we're going to damage progress towards a life on your own. You need a girlfriend your age who shares your interests."
"We talked about this, mom. Meeting a girl with my anxiety issues will be impossible, and even I managed it, she would dump my ass in a second when she realized how damaged I am."
"This is not up for discussion, son." Ann folded her arms across her chest, a sure sign she was digging her heels in and the discussion was indeed over.
Brandon felt a deep sadness hit him, a feeling of profound loss. He turned his back on his mother and mumbled, "I'm going to take a hot bath to warm up."
Bran
