When I looked at the calendar, and saw that it was December 2nd, I didn't get out of bed.
I forgot about Quinn, I forgot about his smile, his laugh, and his eyes.
I forgot about how good these past few weeks have been.
I forgot about work, I forgot about coffee, I forgot about myself.
Because when I saw the calendar, I wanted to die.
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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.