Kennedy

I wake up alone, in my bedroom. I listen, but don’t hear Quirin anywhere in our room. I notice that it’s dark outside and I must have slept through the afternoon into the evening. When I sit up, I see that I’m in Quirin’s t-shirt. As frustrated as I am with him, I can’t help but smile. He’s taking care of me, even though I’m angry and even though I’ve pushed him away. It’s the side of Quirin that no one else sees, the side that only I ever get to see. The soft side of ...