The weird thing about saying good-bye is that it never gets easier.

The only thing a person can ever really do is keep moving forward. Take that big leap forward without hesitation, without once looking back. Simply forget the past and forge toward the future.

Each soul, each person, has to find their own way - learn their own lessons ... It's all those rough bits that make us stronger.

Four hundred years of losing out on the girl of my dreams isn't sitting very well with me these days.

Explaining that I'm faced with a choice between being with the love of my life, or saving four lives that were never meant to end.

And now I'm right back where I started. Sober and miserable.

This is where we go our seperate ways. Aware of the almost feel of his hand on my arm when he pulls me back to him and says, "Yes." I look at him, unsure of what he's saying yes to. "The questions you asked earlier, about wanting to settle down, start a family, see my family? Yes. Yes to all of it." I try to swallow but can't, try to speak but the words just won't come. His hands sliding around me, grasping me to him, he lets go of the vial, allows it to fall, to crash to the ground. The sparkling green liquid seeping out all around as he says, "But mostly yes to you.