Fuck. Who's going to watch Hockey with me? Who's going to pick me up after Hockey? WHO IS GOING TO SIT THROUGH MY STUPID GAMES AND TELL ME I DID A GOOD JOB, EVEN THOUGH I SAVED NOTHING, EVEN THOUGH I SCORED NOTHING, EVEN THOUGH I HARDLY TOUCHED THE PUCK. No one would. No one else cared. No one else came. Who's going to take me to the arena, and walk around, and...who? There's no one. He's not gone. He's away. Just like he has been for the past month. He's not gone. He can't be gone. ~Katie