The wind was ripping at my seams as I looked up at the moon that hung like a sickle in the sky, staring down at the tears streaming over my face. And that was all that I did. I stood there with a tear streaked face, looking up at the moon as if it would give me answers, or at worse, cut the pain and sorrow from my chest. I didn’t even notice the long black car that brought me here anymore. I didn’t care if Kevin could see that my shoulders were shaking with sobs that escaped my body. I couldn’t care less about what was going to happen next either.
A certain part of me wanted Blake to know me well enough to find me. He had found me before and if he really thought about it he would know where to find me again. But was I really ready for him to find me? Would I be willing to listen to him an
