She hadn't felt this way in a long time, this feeling of comfort from a friend. A friend she knew would be there for her when she needed a shoulder. She knew the sincerity of "kiddo" was more than how it was said by her co-worker, it was pure and true. She new maybe her past wouldn't be fixed- but her future could indeed be filled with the happiness her life was once filled with before that terrible crime.
Her eyes were filled with tears of complete jubilance; she hadn't had this feeling since who knows when. The subway ride home was a little less dark. Her apartment seemed a little less confined. A small portion of the burdening weight had been lifted off of her weakening shoulders- now becoming a little stronger. She knew in the back of her mind she could perhaps precede with her life in a new manner. Trust could now be shown to all those who she wanted a firm relationship with.
However, that memory still clawed at her mind like a tiger at its prey. She new that there was only one thing left to do, despite her urging conscious telling her not to go; she had to leave the city for a short while. She had to go back to her native Montana, and set things right for her and all she loved, back in Montana and here in New York. She knew this was perhaps the only way that things would be set straight.
She prepared herself for a nights sleep with this plan brewing in her mind. She was doing this for them. She wanted him so badly. But, more importantly, she wanted this for herself and for herself alone. No matter how selfish it sounded, she was the only one left, and she deserved to lead a normal life, without the horrid memory that she knows will always lie within her- the memory she wants to push back, and never let it resurface the way it had done in the past few months.