She can't sleep. She can't escape the notion that he still loves her. She can't forget he kissed her as much as she kissed him. She can't ignore him pushing her away. She can't stop feeling sick at the idea he'd give his love to someone else, someone more special. She can't forget what she said months ago, that she has to open her hands, let him fly free, not strangle him. Yet she can't stop a small, bitter grin at the thought of bloody strangling him. She cannot just give up...but she can't keep trying to hold onto him.