"It's not enough to have a dream, unless I'm willing to persue it. It's not enough to know what's right, unless I'm strong enough to do it. It's not enough to learn the truth, unless I also learn to live it, It's not enough to reach for love, unless I care enough to give it."
He left. She thought he loved her, but he left. He left and didn't come back. She tried to call him, he never answered. She wrote him multiple letters, none of them were replied to. She tried desperately to contact him. She wrote to him whenever she could. He didn't contact her back. She yearned for him to come home, come home so she could tell him one of the most important information she could give. He left before she could tell him. It was supposed to be a leave of absence. He was supposed to come back. But he didn't, and she never got the chance to tell him that she was pregnant. And then, when the child was born, Sara Sidle decided that Grissom did not want her, or his child. The child she wrote to him about almost every day. And it was this decision that allowed her to let him go. It was that decision that allowed her to dry her eyes, and stop the waterfall of tears that had flowed from her eyes after he left. And soon, the sadness was replaced by a new emotion. She was pissed at him. She was very fucking pissed at him. He left without a goodbye. She trusted and gave him her heart, something she did not do often, and he broke it. He left and never returned. Her heart shattered. It broke into so many pieces, she was not sure anybody could put it back together.
A/N A short prolouge to show you guys where I'm headed. Lwt me know what you guys think. Thanks.