Ford

I’m not on the run from my feelings.

Because I don’t do feelings.

And it’s not that I’m repressing my feelings, I just… seriously… don’t have feelings.

Until now. Apparently.

For the wrong girl.

My best friend’s girl.

So, OK fine.

I’m on the run from the feelings I’m not having. Everything is great. I’m getting out of Dodge.

I’m on my way to a new life, and a new job, and no more feelings…and then I run right into another girl.

Only this girl doesn’t belong to anyone.

She’s stranded.

And broke.

And stuck in a blizzard with me.

So all those ugly, stupid feelings I’m absolutely not having need an outlet.

And new girl is into my brand of weird.

She’s super competitive and wants to play games with me.

And we just made a deal that’s basically a grown-up version of truth or dare.

I’m in trouble.

Because maybe… possibly... I actually do have feelings.

And this girl isn’t really stranded and broke, she’s just… broken.

Just like I am.

And if I don’t find a way to unbreak her—we’ll both stay broken forever.