Nine years post-Quentin has been a breeze. At least—that’s my story, and I’m sticking do it. I’ve learned to breathe again without an ache in my chest. I’ve learned to laugh again without shadows in my eyes. I’ve trained myself to dwell on the good times, by letting the lies, broken promises, and unanswered questions drift away in the wind. How mature of me, right?
Quentin Ashton James V. He was everyone’s golden boy, the most popular guy in school, the apple of his parents’ eye, and American Royalty. All the girls wanted to do him. All the boys wanted to be him. He was groomed to take over the world one day. Little did I know, he was also destined to break my heart.
Quentin and I have history—a history that precedes us and a history that dooms us. And just when I think I’m living my best life without him, Quentin, yet again, turns my world upside down.