We stood opposite of each other, neither brave enough to break the silence. Quinn hugged herself as she leaned against the brick wall of my building, looking smaller than I’d ever seen her. After meeting a rather hostile Rebecca, I didn’t blame her.
She couldn’t have known it, but she represented everything my ex had always struggled with losing. Youth and beauty.
But Quinn was more than just a pretty young face. She was kind and strong, wise beyond her years. She saw through the facade I’d so carefully built and snuck past the walls I’d put up around my heart. She wasn’t even deterred by the scars, just encouraged.
I stretched my arm towards her but changed my mind halfway through. My hand brushed through thin air before it fell back down my side.
“I’m sorry,” I finally said, not sure
