A/N: This isn't the end, this is only the beginning. The next chapter is a flash forward. :)

Staring out her window of her bedroom, Ronee sighed. Her mother really was unreasonable, and she couldn't wait to go to college, and be on her own. Sometimes, she wondered how her father ever put up with her. Ronee didn't remember much of her father; he left her and her mother when she was two. Relatives told her that he just walked out, after having a huge argument, and never returned. It had been sixteen years since he'd been there, and probably seven years since she had seen her mother date anyone. She was now eighteen, and soon enough, she would be heading off to college. She could taste the freedom ahead of her. She knew that loving Martin from afar was alright, but she hoped the distance would help her move on. She had to move on; he was married, and a father of two.

Somehow, she knew in her heart that she had to move on. Move on and experience life to the fullest.

Ronee sighs, clutching her pillow. It was going to be a long, sleepless night.