Karen

“Kiss me!” I pleaded. “Please, Pigeon! I told him no!”
Abby shoved me away. “Leave me alone, Travis!”
She shouldered passed me, but I grabbed her wrist. She kept her arm straight, outstretched behind her, but she didn’t turn around.
“I am begging you.” I fell to my knees, her hand still in mine. My breath puffed out in white steam as I spoke, reminding me of the cold. “I’m begging you, Abby. Don’t do this.”
Abby glanced back, and then her eyes drifted down her arm to mine, seeing the tattoo on my wrist. The tattoo that bared her name.
She looked away, toward the cafeteria. “Let me go, Travis.”
The air knocked out of me, and with all hope obliterated, I relaxed my hand, and let her slip out of my fingers.
Abby didn’t look back as she walked away from me, and my palms fell flat on the sidewalk. She wasn’t coming back. She didn’t want me anymore, and there was nothing I could do or say to change it.”
― Jamie McGuire, Walking Disaster

“I was in love with her; couldn’t imagine my life without her in it; but at the same time, I wanted her to have better.”
― Jamie McGuire, Walking Disaster

“She was happier than I'd ever seen her, and for the first time, I felt like a normal, whole human being instead of some broken, angry man.”
― Jamie McGuire, Walking Disaster

“Her shoulders fell. "I know you didn't. But you have got to curb this overprotective big-brother thing you've got going on."
I laughed once. She really didn't get it. "I'm not playing the big brother, Pigeon. Not even close.”
― Jamie McGuire, Walking Disaster