Elena

My mother knew that something wasn't right with me. I wanted to pretend that everything was fine in my life, that I felt good, and that my life with Drake was going wonderfully. But my mother knew me perfectly, and she could sense that something bad was happening. She kept asking me what was going on, but I kept telling her that everything was fine. However, as my mother pressed me more and more, my voice grew weaker. I wanted to cry; I wanted to confide in my mother. I wanted to tell her I was sad and needed a hug from her, but I couldn't say anything. I...