I left it all behind. All of it. At least, I tried my damnedest. A decade since the end of the Goblin rebellion...a decade since I'd saved the world, a decade since they crowned me a hero and I began the life that everyone else deemed me 'worthy' of. And a decade...since I allowed my first love to be sent to Azkaban. The world forgot about him...the world moved on. And I suppose I'm meant to do the same...I owe it to my future husband, if not to myself. The nightmares still plague me, though...everything we'd endured...the betrayal I allowed, the pain I'd caused. But it's in the past...I need to get a grip, move forward...live the life I'm trying desperately to achieve. Everyone else is happy...so I need to be happy too. I need to acknowledge the way the cards fell...and be content with that. But...I just don't know how to forget the way things were left. I don't think I ever will. Apparently...he won't either. Because even though I've spent a long decade trying to outrun the past...it seems, the past has now caught up with me. And this time...I don't know if I'm going to survive it.