Time Heals All Wounds. But Not This

Idiotic Reply, June. Why Don't You Punch Him In The Face While You're At It. I Turn Even More Flustered When I Remember That I Have Actually Pistol-whipped Him In The Face Before. Romantic

My Heart Is Ripped Open, Shredded, Leaking Blood. I Can't Let Him Leave Like This. We've Been Through To Much To Turn Into Strangers.

Where I Come From, We're More About Efficiency,' He Replies. 'a Knife Like This'll Skewer Food, Smear Butter, And Slit Throats All At The Same Time.

You Threw Everything Away."i Bring A Hand Up To Touch Her Face,to Wipe The Rain From Her Eyelashes."your Entire Life-your Beliefs...why Would You Do That For Me?" June Has Never Looked More Beautiful Than She Does Now,unadorned And Honest,vulnerable Yet Invincible.when Lightning Streaks Over The Sky,her Dark Eyes Shine Like Gold."because You Were Right,"she Whispers."about All Of It.

I Want To Run. To Do What I Always Do, Have Always Done, For The Last Five Years Of My Life. Escape, Flee Into The Shadows. But This Time, I Stand My Ground. I'm Tired Of Running.