And it reads 7:02 when I wake up.
My sheets are still damp, and my hair is tangled and matted.
I spend two hours getting ready.
Brushing my hair, putting on makeup, getting dressed.
Then I'm out the door.
That's where I see him- Quinn in the parking lot, with coffee in his hands, and a smile on his face.
I walk over to him, and take the coffee. I look into his eyes, and he looks into mine.
I try to say thank you, but I can't seem to get the words out. Then I realize he understands.
He walks me to work.
And he's waiting for me when I get off.
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In Pieces
Short StoryI didn't want to destroy him. I was afraid I would break him into pieces. And add him to the list of people I've broken. There's too many on that list. Too many.
