“Did I do something wrong last night?” “No. God no. You were perfect.” “Then why’d you leave me?” He exhales a long sigh. “Because I’m fucked up, Blue.” “No, you’re not.” “I am,” he bursts. “I had…” He pauses, his long fingers holding onto my partially braided hair. “You’re a fucking gift, Ind, and I cannot believe I made you feel anything less than that. I’m so sorry. I truly am.”
