Page 35 of Through Quick and Quinn
Are you ok?
9:58 p.m.
yeah see you tomorrow
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Quinn / 5:12 p.m.
I didn’t see you today. Were you at school?
Quick / 7:42 p.m.
no
7:43 p.m.
Oh, ok. Should I be worried about you?
7:59 p.m.
up to you
I’m fine, see you monday
8:10 p.m.
Does this have something to do with what happened at club yesterday?
9:42 p.m.
Ok, I’ll give you space. I’m here if you need me.
I see you.
Friday, January 19, 2024
Note to self:
I think I lost Quick. While I fully recognize that I am not to blame for what happened because there was no way for me to know his triggers, it is breaking my heart that he is in so much pain. I’m worried he will retreat back into his hole of isolation and push me away, not because he is upset with me but because he doesn’t want the possibility of any reminders of what happened.
Here is what I have pieced together:
He had a brother named Geoffrey.
He had a visceral reaction to the mention of milk cartons and missing children.
He had an even more visceral reaction to the mention of an amusement park.
I am sad because I miss my friend, but even more so his sorrow is weighing on my heart. I wish I could help him feel, deal, and heal. I know that I am not fully healed from losing Troy and the family trauma that followed, and to be honest, I don’t think I ever will be. It’s not that I think I’ve figured it all out and I could teach him anything. I am just starting to think that the universe brought us together because we are supposed to help each other. I’m praying Quick can get to a point where he allows us to.
Troy’s Zen garden is calling me. Maybe I’ll ask Mom and Dad if they want to watch a movie or something tonight. I could go for some snuggles.
…Q
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Quick / 11:11 a.m.
