Brian glanced at the girl for a moment, not really sure what to say to her. He couldn't just tell her straight out what happened, but then again, he hadn't a actual person to talk to in hours since his drive here. He looked at the floor, breaking eye contact, then lifted his head to look back at her. "Well... It's just.. family issues was all.." he started to say. "I-I lived in a.. broken home with a broken family." he spoke, knowing very well that he would have cried if he hadn't run out of tears. "That family.. was so broken, the pieces were scattered, missing, destroyed.." he whispered the words, feeling rather upset to be speaking about it. "It broke apart one by one, and even though I had found one piece, two more would disappear. Then... it all just shattered..."<br/><br/>He was quiet, trying to regain his composure. Why was he even telling this to her. Would she even care about him anyway? She was just a person he had seen yesterday. "My father and mother were having an argument, and it cost my parents to separate. My mother later fell ill, and even though the doctors did everything they could, she passed away. It was just me and my two brothers at the time.. Then we were found out and taken away.. Separated and never to be seen again. Since then, I stopped trying to get attached to people. All the people I got attached to, left me or were ripped away at some point.." He didn't say anything more, his eye contact broke then and there, not looking at her. "But there's nothing you can do about it, so don't try, ok?" he whispered, the sense of hurt and pain in him from thinking about his past.