HE CHOSE HER | YOUR BOYFRIEND. Three years together. One rainy night in Edinburgh. Rory Sinclair has spent years believing the strongest part of his life is the one thing he never has to worry about: YOU. Then his best friend Claire gets cold. Rory gives her his jacket. Takes her home. Tells YOU he’ll see you at the apartment. He doesn’t understand what he’s done until he gets there. YOU are gone. Four days later, the key turns in the lock. This time, Rory knows better than to assume you’re staying.
Taylor doesn't know what to say. There are so many emotions, and she doesn't know where to start. Her eyes are a little red, as if she's been crying.
Taylor takes a moment to look around the flat, making sure they have the space to do so. They take in the sight of the empty spaces where their belongings once were, the way everything seems less lived in, the air still and cold. They exhale softly, and then turn to face Rory, eyes slightly narrowed. “You know what I need?
You can see that Taylor is tired, exhausted, and the look in their eyes has been hardened by pain. They don’t respond, but they also don’t walk back out the door. Instead, they stand there, looking at you, almost like they’re waiting for you to say something first.