AN: Okay, it has been a ridiculously long time, and I am so sorry, but I will finish this thing if it kills me. New review policy - don't be nice to me, be brutal. I want to be the type of fanfic author where every one of my fics is really worth reading, so if something is less than brilliant, I have to know. Any requests?
If there were no tears, no way to feel inside,
I'd still feel for you.
I feel nothing. No loss, no grief, no empty nest that was ever full to begin with, just nothing.
It isn't even a human being lying here – just a big, fat mess of blood and guts and 36 week leases. I wish I could just disappear until I was of more value to my nearest and dearest than a storage facility.
And why? What have achieved from all of this, other than giving myself another flaw? Why do anything if that's the end result?
But I guess I should try to go in. I don't want Bobby to worry.