Warning for slight language.

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James Cook

Three years have past and I haven't seen her, haven't seen anyone.
JJ tried to visit but I'd told them 'no visitors' so they'd sent him away.
I could've done with the happy buzz I always felt when JJ was around but I couldn't do that to him and if she'd tried to visit, I would've sent her away too.
Fuck it. I know that's not true. I'd be lying to myself if I said I was strong enough to do that. If she'd come, I would've seen her, would've dragged the moment out. But she hadn't.

Elizabeth Stonem

It's been three years since Foster. Three years since Cook left the shed and never returned. Three years since both the men I loved were taken from me.
I could've visited him, I should've, but it somehow felt wrong, as if by doing so I would be betraying him. I'd lost Freddie and so I had to lose Cook too. It couldn't be one without the other, it could never work, us, Bonnie and Clyde. That's just how it was. And I was okay with that. Or at least that's what I'll keep telling myself.

Tony Stonem

There has to be happiness in the world. I thought I'd found it at one stage, but it had been a lie. If happiness existed I wouldn't feel this way all the time, Effy wouldn't feel the same way, although I know she has a little more to be upset about. She'd lost someone, in the literal sense, they died. I'd lost Michelle through my own actions or inactions and now, well now it's far too late to change that. 'We were great together' she'd said and instead of saying 'we ARE great together' or 'we still can be' or 'please don't leave' I just nodded my head like the great prat I was. And then she'd left and now it's been three years and that great schism between us has been filled with other lovers or course work or real work and it's been too long for me to keep hoping. Hell, I don't even know where she is now.

Sidney Jenkins

Who could've thought three years could change the shitty seventeen you'd just pissed away. If you'd asked me a year ago I'd say it couldn't, but those extra twelve months had been enough, I'd found her. I'd begun to think that maybe I'd been looking at it the wrong way. Did I only want her because I couldn't have her? Did I only want her because it was an interesting chase? Or maybe because it was something to do after a lifetime spent standing still? But the moment I'd seen her, still as strange and beautiful as ever, I'd known that those reasons weren't reasons and the only one I could truthfully find was that I needed her. When she'd seen me I think, I hope, she was thinking the same thing because one moment she was drawing an upside down rose on her canvas shoe and the next she was grabbing me, tugging at my hair, prodding my face and laughing like a maniac. Yes, three years could change a lot.

Michelle Richardson

I was a better person now, I think. There was no shit to bring me down, I'd grown up. I worked hard, harder than I was paid to do and when I wasn't working I was with Jal and her family, she had two kids now. Jal had been destroyed by it, when Chris died, but when it came time to leave for college I couldn't do that, she was my best friend, and so I'd stayed with her and I'd helped her put the pieces back together until she was okay. And then she was better than okay, and then she'd met Kyle and everything had been perfect. If only things could be perfect for me too I'd thought, but I'd smiled for her anyway.

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