Rebecca had been wandering, aimlessly strolling through the park. Last night, she'd had a brief spat with her best friend, Amelia. Some nonsense about growing bored of each other or that Rebecca was always trying to hard. Something to do with getting "old", "out of touch" and "lame", maybe? Their generational difference was minor, but it still had a habit of popping up here and there. And as society changed, new things would crop up. Perhaps the divide had gotten too much.
It seemed silly to let it eat at her so much. It was just a dumb argument. They'd be back to normal by next weekend, she was sure of it. Still, it had stressed her out enough that she'd gone for a walk, just to clear her head. Empty the thoughts, start anew. Focus on what really matters.
Initially, it was easy to take her mind off things. A few wrong steps later and Rebecca found herself lost. She rarely visited the dense, wooded forest near the park, but something had called her to it this time. Her clear mind was quickly overcome with stress and doubt. She was alone. And suddenly very dizzy. Maybe it was the tall, thick trees or maybe it was the strong scent of pine that permeated through the air, so overwhelming she could feel it in her blood.
Once easy and calm thoughts drew darker as she found herself no closer to the exit. And Amelia crept back into her head. Her phone had no signal and it was starting to get dark now, what if she never saw Amelia again? She was starting to regret all of last night. Maybe she was old. Maybe she was out of touch. Maybe she was too much.
As she pondered, she spotted a light, an exit path through the trees. Amelia deserved better, right? Her thoughts grew clearer again, but her best friend lingered in there. Rebecca didn't want to lose that. Amelia deserved someone, young, cool and easy. That overwhelming freshness of pine started to run over her as she approached the light. Her hair felt lighter, shorter, easier, cooler. Her body felt different too. There was some discomfort there. Women were hard and complicated. Confusing. Was that what Amelia deserved in a friend?
Pausing for a moment to clear their head, a passing reflection in a puddle showed a younger, more androgynous figure. They barely recognised themselves, but a few minutes later they were back in the park were they'd started. Quinn's head remained empty, easy and susceptible. A younger, cooler blank slate that Amelia could sculpt.
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