I knew that in my gut I was going out on a limb here, following him without knowing who he was, but then again, I needed to take risks. So, here I was. Taking a risk. Going out on a limb, hoping that nothing would break underneath me. I didn't pay much attention as we moved, following him by feel alone. Eyes downcast as I tried my hardest to think of what father would say, but I knew in my heart I wasn't going to be able to do much to make things right with him much anymore. I didn't feel like I did much right by him. But then again, I wasn't my brother.

Shaking my head, I finally brought my eyes up, digging my feet into the ground below me to keep myself from running into him. I jerked in surprise, my pale green eyes flashing alert. Stopping so suddenly I felt myself jerking to a stop. Wondering silently what caused the expression that marred his face. But he didn't keep me waiting long, his words caused my own expression to fall. Along with my eyes.

I sighed, unsure how to say this an easy way, that didn't mar the image of my mother. "My mother's elderly. She's quiet set in her way, and although she won't tell her life story, she's assured me that there was no good in it when she was younger. I suppose she just wanted a quiet home to live her last years in, not to have to move again." If I could have shrugged, I would have. I wished mother was a little more lenient, but she was not. But then again, she was twenty. She'd lived a long life, one that had its own trials and tribulations. I hated thinking that mother wouldn't be here any longer, but at the same time, staying as far away from her and father, that was the best idea I'd had in ages. I didn't want to be sad and depressed.

"I've tried asking plenty of times why she didn't want to stay, but she brushed me off, every time."