“I ran because there was nothing else I could do. I wasn’t going to stand there and pretend things were okay after it was made public to others. I was okay telling a few people, but for them to see it with their own eyes? My death—you killing me—that should be meant for us, you and me. And I’m not... I’m not blaming you. I’m just... I don’t know what to do right now. What to think. How to feel.”

And because he clearly wanted to get out and back to the others, Lucy took another step back and began to turn, remembering the directions clearly despite the shit show they’d experienced.

“I don’t feel like I’m me right now,” she added, softer.