Event Private Finished non-anonymous sender

The look of surprise was easy to see on Quincy's face when the boy took his hand and placed the bracelet on it. "Wait--" he tried to protest but the boy spoke over him. It's fine, he told Quincy. That was supposed to be his line. That was supposed to be Quincy who leaves the bracelet on the other's hand. The door closed before Quincy could say anything back and as he heard the door click, he felt his shoulders drop. He didn't realize it was even tensed up. He found himself staring at the door again, just like how he first got here. Except now he couldn't help but feel dejected. He opened his closed fist, revealing the pink and red bracelet. Just there. Unworn. Unowned. Unwanted. Quincy sighed. "I guess it's just you and me now," he muttered, holding on to the bracelet tightly. Quincy looked back up at the door, wondering if he had just not knocked on it maybe he wouldn't feel this bad. With another sigh, he turned on his heel and walked away.