As she was ushered from the hospital and into a black car, the blond haired girl reached for her cell phone. She sat down in one of the leather seats and dialed a number. But her finger stood over the 'send' button for a moment before she closed the flip-phone. How she wanted to call the number she had just dialed. But she knew she couldn't. She had already put him in enough danger just by letting herself fall in love with him.

You came walking through the door
Just as if you'd left it open
I was busy trying to ignore
The tell-tale signs of missing
Of missing you

She turned her green eyes towards the window, a tear rolled down her cheek as the window frosted up. She didn't know where they were going, only that she once again had to put up her wall; the wall that she had let him take down. The wall that had been put up the minute she took her twins identity as her own; everything save the name at least. Her name she had kept her own. But the hair color, the eye color, they had been her twins. But no longer. Now she was back to her own colors. The colors that belonged to her.

And I'll find time to look over everything
And I'll find time to get over everything

She knew that her wall would never again be as strong as it had been. No wall was ever after something was placed in it. And there was now a place in her wall that was open for the boy whom she had fallen in love with. But she knew her wall would be up. It was inevitable. She would make sure of it.

There's a photo I found warping
Two sunburnt faces look out smiling
I'm much taller in real life
The camera angle only seeing one side

She started to toy with her flip-phone, pressing some of the buttons, mostly out of sheer boredom. But then as she opened up the picture files, she stopped. She stopped and looked at a picture of her smiling, one of the few smiles she had smiled in months. It was her smiling with the boy next to her frowning as he leaned over a book, reading without any knowledge of what was going around him. His face was tanned, nearly sun burnt looking. The burnt part was definitely accurate.

And I'll find time to look over everything
And I'll find time to get over everything
And I'll find time to look over everything
And I'll find time

Slowly, as the car drove through mountains, the girl fell asleep. Her blond head rested against her arm, which rested against the ice-cold window. Her pale face seemed to get paler by the minute as they drove more and more north. She slowly started to shiver from the coldness. The driver woke her up at the border, they wouldn't want anyone to be kidnapped across the border, now would they? But she had her passport and papers with her, or at least the driver had. All of her personal belongings had been packed up the minute news was heard that she had entered the hospital.

Several hours after the border, the car pulled up to a large brick house and a man came out to open the door for her. She slowly got out of the car and walked towards the door. The man held it open to her and said, "Welcome home, mademoiselle Tru."

A/N: I know it's a very short chapter, but it's an prologue, or an epilogue, depending on if I finish it or not. I figured I owed everyone at the very least that.