CHRIS
What has to happen
always happens regardless
Madison follows me up to the barn without a word said. She stopped me just in time, before I committed suicide in some form, which I know I can’t take from her. It was obvious I didn’t just want to get some fresh air. It would’ve been enough to take a couple of steps out of the gate or throw myself into city crowds, sober or drunk as never before, it’d have made no difference, I’d have let them do it.
I already saw myself confessing like a criminal on the stand, admitting sole responsibility for what happened in recent months, for my psychological collapse, for the distress of a girl who could be carefree and content in her gilded world once and who now finds herself wandering aimlessly around some ranch instead.
I would’ve gone wi
