We pull into the cemetery later that year.
As we pass each headstone, my eyes scan for the right ones.
First, we visit the driver. Darren, was his name.
I'm sorry, I whisper. I'm sorry I ruined you.
Then, we visited Wayne. There were too many words unspoken. But I knew that somehow, somewhere, he understood.
Last, I visited my sister.
Charlotte.
I read her name out loud.
The date she was born, and the date she died.
"I'm so sorry," I whisper.
And that's all I say, because that's all I could say.
I wipe my eyes, and Quinn holds me. I bury my face in his shoulder. And he tells me it's okay.
And I believe him.
It's okay now.
And I believe it will always be okay.
Because I have Quinn.
And Quinn put my pieces back together.
He fixed me.
And I will never be in pieces again.
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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.
