You won't be able to hurt me, or touch me.

But what else can I do, other than to plead with you like this? Other than to write down my story, our story, to show you that what you've done . . . to make you realize that what you did wasn't fair, wasn't right.

And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them.

The sun was bobbing on the horizon, just peeking over. Its light shimmered on the sand behind you, making your body look like it was glowing … like it had a kind of aura.

I thought you didn't want to let me go.

It didn't make me glow. I felt more like I was fading away, like the world had forgotten me.

Everyone wanted answers I wasn't ready to give.