You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is...now.

I miss video games where the jump-kick was the trickiest combo to master.

As a writer, my only responsibility is to tell a compelling story.

All you really have... is now.

He looks out into the empty street, allowing me to sit in his car and just miss her. To miss her each time I pull in a breath of air. To miss her with a heart that feels so cold by itself, but warm when thoughts of her flow through me.

How in the world was I alone? Because I wanted to be. That's all I can say. It's all that makes sense to me.

My breathing begins to slow. The tension in my muscles starts to relax. Then, a click in the headphones. A slow breath of air. I open my eyes to bright moonlight. And Hannah, with warmth. Thank you.