I knew what I had to do. I had to find some way to make us not hate ourselves or each other for what we'd done. If we slunk away, miserable and ashamed, the wrong was all we would remember for the rest of our lives. We would never remember the kindness and gentle affection of those first few weeks of slowly building friendship that had sprung up between us, and suddenly it seemed imperative that we not lose sight of that. We, together, were more than this one mistake. Yes, this was a category-5 shitstorm, a disaster of behemoth proportions, and it was going to leave a metric fuck-ton of emotional debris scattered in its wake, but before everything had gone off the rails, there had been some good, too, and I didn't want that obliterated by the bad.
Rating 4.55 em 5(11 Votes)
Author: Amelia C. Gormley