“So … what did I do wrong?” she asked after a moment, dropping her hands to her side. Her forehead creased and she looked down. “To … make you unhappy, I mean.”
“I don’t… think it’s you,” he told her after another moment of thought. “It just… I don’t know.” She was different, he knew that, but he was almost certain that if he had any reason to be happy, she was it.
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docmarsh reblogged this from rymarshall and added: Owen shrugged at him and sighed. He didn’t know what to say or even what to tell Ryan.
