Who: Abigail Matthews and Anthony Ingram What: Saying three kind of important words and trying to keep her from having a panic attack. No big deal. When: Thursday evening Where: Abigail’s apartment Rating: TBA Status: Open to thespinner only
Nervousness. Anthony was fairly sure that word accurately summed up what he was feeling at the moment. And that was saying something, because Anthony Ingram did not get nervous. Ever since meeting Abigail, however, he’d been forced to rethink a lot of things he was convinced he’d never do. And that was putting it lightly. He didn’t care to think about the list of things he’d been proven wrongs about, because he had apparently had a lot of misconceptions.
The minute she’d said he could come over, he’d shut his journal and hurried out the door. The entire conversation had thrown him for a loop, and now he needed to see her and say what he needed to say. Dawdling around was not an option. He’d made up his mind, as terrifying as it was, and he was going to follow through. He didn’t pay any attention as he traveled the familiar route to Abigail’s apartment, absorbed as he was in his own thoughts.
He couldn’t say he hadn’t been shocked to learn what she had been keeping from him, but he also didn’t think it made her a terrible person like she seemed to think it did. It had been an accident. A very big accident, yes, but it wasn’t as though she had set out to do it. That made a world of difference in his eyes. And as for why he cared enough to keep fighting her when she said she wasn’t worth it…well, that was precisely why he needed to see her right now.
Before he was entirely aware that he had arrived, he found himself standing outside her door. He drew a deep breath, silently admonished himself for feeling so nervous, and knocked on the door. He could do this.