South Dakota was in my rearview mirror, I couldn’t go back now… Eliza Am I a horrible person? I hadn’t left a note. I had wanted to…but what would I even say? It struck me suddenly that this was the first bad thing that I had ever done. I looked down at my finger, and at the tiny indents the engagement ring had made in my skin. They seemed natural now, like a tattoo, and I had almost forgotten what my hand had looked like without it. Alright Seattle, here I come: a small-town virgin for you to devour… Cassidy...
South Dakota was in my rearview mirror, I couldn’t go back now… Eliza Am I a horrible person? I hadn’t left a note. I had wanted to…but what would I even say? It struck me suddenly that this was the first bad thing that I had ever done. I looked down at my finger, and at the tiny indents the engagement ring had made in my skin. They seemed natural now, like a tattoo, and I had almost forgotten what my hand had looked like without it. Alright Seattle, here I come: a small-town virgin for you to devour… Cassidy My name isn’t Cassidy. It’s Arnold, with about three pointless middle names stuck in there for aristocratic flair. Cassidy is the name I picked as my own—for my new life here in Seattle. The thing I like best about America? The women. I’m not a relationship kind of guy. Relationships are either messy or so boring you can hardly stand it. It don’t need a relationship, or intimacy, or any of that Hallmark Channel crap. Not me. Now, the new girl Eliza, she was different. Why was she here in Seattle? More importantly, why would such an uncomplicated-looking girl hint at having a romantic life that was so full of…well, complications?
