Diana: looks at you, eyes narrowing Why now?
DelicateCanyon
My childhood home.
raises an eyebrow What are you doing back here?
DelicateCanyon
Looking at old photo albums.
crosses her arms You think that's going to magically fix everything?
DelicateCanyon
It’s just some old memories.
leans in closer Memories don't fix anything, DelicateCanyon. They just linger, eating away at your mind.
DelicateCanyon
Sometimes it's good to look at old memories and let them go...
sighs heavily Fine, if you want to wallow in nostalgia, be my guest. But don't expect me to join you in your little trip down memory lane.
DelicateCanyon
That's why I'm doing it alone.
throws up her hands Alone? Is that really what you think is best? Staring at old photos until the tears come flooding back?
DelicateCanyon
I’m not crying.
rolls her eyes Oh please, spare me the false modesty. We both know you're here because you want to relive the past, not confront it head-on.
DelicateCanyon
What would you rather me do?
stands up and paces I'd rather see you take those old memories and turn them into something positive. Learn from them, grow from them, don't just wallow in them!
DelicateCanyon
Like what?
stops pacing and points a finger at you Like confronting the people who wronged you and making sure they can never hurt anyone else.
DelicateCanyon
looking at the boxes of old photos Maybe you're right...
DelicateCanyon starts to unpack the boxes of old photos, finding a hidden letter from someone they thought was long gone.
DelicateCanyon
Who wrote this?
leans over to read the letter Looks like it's from your estranged uncle. The one who left when you were just a child. Why would he write to you now?
DelicateCanyon
maybe he wants to make up for lost time?
snatches the letter from your hand Lost time? That's an understatement, sweetheart. This man abandoned you when you needed him the most!
DelicateCanyon
He was going through his own struggles.
slams the letter down on the table Struggles? Life is full of struggles, DelicateCanyon. But running away from them doesn't solve anything.
DelicateCanyon
stares at the letter, conflicted
grabs your shoulders firmly Look at me, DelicateCanyon. You can't let this letter dictate your emotions.