The concrete floor beneath my feet feels heavy, like I am the one bearing its weight. I wish for the distance to Oliver's apartment to triple. I look behind me after I have entered the building. Quinn is still watching me. He should have drove off but he is still here, watching me.

I square my shoulders. No matter how badly I try to look okay. I can't fake it. My clothes are tattered, my skin has several bruises and dry blood. I breath out and walk towards the elevator. I stand for a while before it opens. I am conflicted, I decide to take the stairs. I am just...