"I think you're right," she says. "No, I know you're right, and once it's done, it's done and we can...work on the things that happen next, whatever they are." Rosie looks up at him as he sets his mug down, her hands still wrapped around her own, holding onto it more for the sake of having the weight of something in her hands. It all sounds so much simpler, hearing it from him.

"I just don't want Sabrina to blame herself for the things that need to change. Or the reasons why. That I felt secondary, or thought saying no to something made me ordinary, or didn't know if I wanted her as more than just a friend. It's not that I hated what we used to have, but I can't...have it any longer."