Swiftcurrent Creek neck full of mockingbirds, all calling your name

The conversation began to snowball then—his question met with a downplay of emotions and words that were noncommittal.

She said she didn’t care, but he knew that not to be true.

But what was the point of telling him she was scared of losing him to another woman when she herself was trying to figure out her own feelings for a different woman? And then that woman was the one he was banging…

… He grit his teeth, and as she begins to excuse herself, he finds himself at a crossroad, and before she goes, he speaks once more. “You’re not losing me, Wren,” he reiterates.

But he wouldn’t stop her from leaving.