"I got tired of always having to fight,” I add. “I needed to get away from it all." "Or maybe you were tired of surviving," she says absentmindedly, her gaze on where she's twirling her empty mug. "Maybe you wanted to learn how to live, instead." For a moment, all I can do is stare at her. It’s obvious she said it without thinking, and even now, she doesn't realize that what she said might've been monumental.
