the story of everything

Isabella

We finished eating in a lighter mood, but curiosity about his past still consumed me, and it was only when we were already in the car that I plucked up the courage to return to the subject.

"I know you don't like to talk about it, but...

Gustaf let out a sigh, seeming to expect something of the sort.

"I owe you, you told your story "he gave a weak smile.

"Zachary and I have a way of dealing with uncomfortable subjects, we can try "I decided to propose.

"Which way?

"A frank, objective conversation, and then we change the subject and put a stone on it, never touching it again "I encouraged him, receiving an amused look.

"You've found many unique ways of living.

"It's worked out so far," I smiled in response.

Gustaf focused on the road for a few seconds, seeming to think about how to begin his story.

"I always drank. I could make up stories, blame my parents, say that they were bad to me, or that I had no friends, or anything like that, but it would be a lie. I always had every