The late morning sunlight filtering onto Breanne"s face roused her. She felt wonderful, so relaxed and warm, despite being rather cramped. The grief over Joyce"s death lingered, but it was a different kind pain now than the previous night"s crushing grief; one she would carry for a long time, would cry over more, but she felt at peace about it.
Pain, like death, is part of the human experience and doesn’t need to be avoided. Besides, I still have Nick to help me and love me. He had slept the whole night with her in her tiny dorm bed. What a man. I really do adore him, tremendously, ridiculously. It’s insane, but that doesn’t make it any less real or compelling. She opened her eyes and took in his handsome face. Can I really do it? Leave everything familiar to me and make a life with him f
