I want to go to her to help her through it, but I am faced with a genuine queue of people waiting to speak to me about urgent matters. And if that isn’t an allegory for our relationship, I don’t know what is. Renna isn’t a woman who deserves scraps of my time. She deserves it all, and I can’t give her that. But fuck, I just cannot let her go. I’d rather die than see her with another.
