The next morning, I yawn, and stretch.
And I realize I'm in someone's arms.
I stop. Then quietly and carefully, I get up, and go to my bathroom.
I turn on the shower, and get in.
I'm in the shower for what seems like hours. I'm sure it was only one, though.
I stare at myself in the mirror.
I look tired.
Thin.
I haven't eaten in days.
But I look better than I have during this time than the last few years.
Quinn.
I change into fresh clothes, and wash my face.
Then I walk out.
Quinn is awake. He's sitting on my bed, and he stares at me when I open the door.
I study his face.
He has bags under his eyes. His hair is frazzled, and his clothes are dirty.
"Renee?"
I close my eyes. I have caused him so much pain.
I don't deserve him.
I didn't realize there were tears streaming down my face, until he wipes them away. I open my eyes, and I'm staring into him. His own eyes full of tears.
"I'm sorry." I whisper. And he takes me into is arms.
YOU ARE READING
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.
