"I loved you, I did. I know we had something special, but I can't feel it anymore. It's just not there, and I'm sorry, I really am. But I think you should move on." He says looking sad and avoiding my eyes. I sigh. I need to seem sad, I knew this was going to happen. This was just part of my lovely plan. "I think you can't just get rid of those feelings in a matter of months, I think you used me," I say, trying to keep my mouth from smiling at the sudden release of being strangled by Mr. Ambrose.

He was broken when she found him, beaten and alone. She hadn't ever had a loyal friend in her life. Nurturing him back to health, showing him more kindness and overall decency than he'd ever know, that got her a silent promise from him. He would see her again. And after they cross paths again, he finds himself making another promise to the sweet, brown-eyed girl. No matter how far he was, how long it had been, he would always return to her. Return to home.