SPOILERS FOR "TUESDAY THE 17TH"
Lassiter second person POV. Because I couldn't give him a hug.
You should have known.
It's like watching a murderer walk free because of a legal technicality; You do everything right, but it still doesn't matter.
You open your heart. You mature. You stop pulling your gun all the time.
You make all the gestures you couldn't make before, because you weren't the right person before.
And it doesn't matter.
You're still not the right person.
You still lose.
You still wind up with a broken heart.
If you love her, set her free.
You did. And she's not coming back.
It's not supposed to be this way.
You watched her. You saw her hesitate at the door. She said she'll always love you... is that supposed to be a comfort? What good is her love if she's not in love with you? She loves you the way you always love your first love. Your childhood home. Your pet. She loves you... nostalgically.
Fat lot of good that does.
You stand there for a second, contemplating your next move. There's always the bar, but you don't feel like drinking tonight.
Not yet, anyway.
You open your heart and instantly it breaks.
You'd laugh if you didn't feel awful. If you didn't feel like there's a gaping hole in your chest.
But, hey, you feel.
And that's a start, isn't it?