I listened for the voice I knew so well, the one I always heard at the beginning. Good girl, Macy! You're doing great! You know the first steps are the hardest part! They were. Sometimes I felt so out of sync, it was all could do not to quit after a few strides. But I kept on, as I did now. I had to, to get to the next part, this part, where I finally caught up with Wes, my shadow aligning itself with his, an dhe turned to look at me, pushing his hair our of his eyes.

I'm starting to think, though, that some things never get that. The replay, and all. So at some point you have to make peace with it as it is, not keep waiting for a chance to change it

But all I could think of was how when nothing made sense and hadn't for ages, you just have to grab onto anything you feel sure of.

It passed, though. That was the bad thing. It always passed.

When someone starts to change, and it’s obvious, it's sort of natural to wonder why. Right?

So I left him there alone to watch history repeat the same events retold again and again on his own.

How it felt to have the world moving beneath me, a hand gripping mine, knowing if I fell, at least I wouldn't do it alone.