Verona Comics

Maybe she's beautiful and nice and talented. That should be illegal. It's not fair to the rest of us drudges.

Do you still think like that? The exit-strategy thing,” she asks. “Sort of, I guess? It’s different now; it’s not urgent like it used to be. It’s more like a habit, if that makes sense?” I glance at her face. “You know how some people go to movie theaters and have to find all the emergency exits, or they go out to eat and have to face the door no matter what, and half the time they don’t even realize they’re doing it?” She nods, but kind of slowly, hesitant. “That’s how it is, just like a glitch in the comfort matrix or something. Something my brain tosses out there, and I’m like, ‘Cool, thanks for the suggestion, but maybe we could just play a video game instead.’ It’s just crossed lines. It’s fine.

I don't know where this is going. Maybe nowhere. Maybe somewhere. Life is an unpredictable and strange thing like that, but. But. It's also kind of amazing. And I'm so glad I'm here.

You and I might have the same last name, but we don't have the same parents. They aren't there for me the way they are for you. And when he dangled a chance to come home--" "That's not home, Ridley. It's just a house we used to live in.

It's been hard not texting her - I know she still sometimes talks to Gray - but I wanted it to be her decision to reach out... Well, more like my therapists wanted it to be her decision, if I'm being honest. But they helped me see that I really didn't want to force my way back into her life; I wanted her to want me there. And if she didn't, that was fair and fine and valid, and I would work through it in my counseling sessions.