A week has gone by and nothing was the same. We were in Stacie's dorm and I remember not being able to take my eyes off of Taylor. She healed physically but emotionally she was falling apart.
“Macey, I'm really sorry that I said you were playing hero," Taylor said after taking deep breaths. I could tell that talking about the experience still made her feel anxious. “I was just scared and I didn't mean to snap at you."
“I understand," I replied as I walked over to her and sat next to her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, “Trust me I do. You wanted me to be safe and you were put in the crossfire, you have every right to your feelings. You've been through a lot and I should have been more empathetic, it's just that this situation in its entirety is so stressful."
“I'm so glad th
