I stayed by Quincy's side all night.
Even when she tried her best to reassure me that she would be fine on her own. I just couldn't leave her.
The whole thing had really messed with her. Watching what she thought was a good thing crumble and having no idea what to do with the information. Having to see a different side of a person you thought you knew so well—it was heartbreaking.
But that was the tricky thing about love.
Sometimes, that version reveals itself to you in bits and pieces, in patterns and behavior, but you try to paint it as something else—something a bit prettier so you have an excuse to hold on just a little longer.
It wasn't easy.
But eventually, she would learn to grow through it and move on.
By the time I got to the office the next morning, I already knew two things.
One: I was tired.
