Things are getting better.
Slowly, but surely.
I'm not locking myself in the bathroom every night. I'm not crying myself to sleep.
But there has been nights when I felt so alone in the world, that even though I saw Quinn earlier, I feel that nobody cares.
Then, I would get up, and take a walk to the coffee shop. Sometimes he would be there. Most of the time, he's not.
I would stay up the rest of the night, waiting to see him at 9:00 that morning.
But I'm smiling. I'm talking. I've started to eat more often again.
I'm getting better.
It seems impossible, but it's happening.
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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.
