This was bad, and it felt a lot like it was my fault. I walked away trying to be hopeful, but I feared knowing Crispen would be one of those short stories where the love interest dies, and it’s about appreciating life or some other bullshit. What’s worse is that while I’m trying to get help, my mind keeps taking me to what just happened. He kissed me. Why did he kiss me? I wasn’t complaining because it wasn’t as if I hated it; I was just a little confused as to where it came from. I also had questions about Rose. I remembered that Crispen mentioned Rose when he took me home last night. I wasn’t as familiar with her as I wanted to be. Did he love her? I forgot about Rose and the marriage until Morgan brought it up and reminded me. I was confused for a second, thinking they were brother and
