EMILY
“I feel very bad," I remarked, nearly in tears. “No one should have to go through this."
Waving it off, he expressed, “Don't worry, Emily. The little boy who was hurt is now a man who is grown. Every puncture in my heart now serves as a window from which I see life in a different light.”
Good heavens! He was quite the striking fellow. Not muscular in the arms, like Nolan or Jonathan, and though he stood a mere three inches taller than I, he still held a notable elevation. His long hair was elegantly gathered at the back, and when the light played upon those green eyes—oh my! He rarely indulged in a smile, often wearing a composed, serious expression; not one of grumpiness, but rather the kind of stoicism a model might project upon the runway.
“Share something about yourself,” Ja
