Years ago, this was what it was like with us. Before we realized fun had a price and anger clouded everything as we latched on to anyone to blame. Especially me. Tonight was a bittersweet reminder of everything I’d ruined, and they hadn’t forgotten that it was mostly my fault. We’d happily fallen back into the things that helped us find each other for a few minutes. The same needs, the same passion for thrills, and the same desire to break away from restraints. But they couldn’t forgive. And this couldn’t happen.
