I will never tell anyone this to their face, with my mouth. The first half of me says YES, it says here is a new beginning, here is a blank slate, here is Your Chance. She runs her fingers shakingly through her hair and thanks God that she can leave this town behind. The second half of me puts my arms around him in the dark and chokes back a sob. She can feel his own fingers twisting through her hair with the gentle ease of somebody who really, honestly cares, and she curses and hates the same God that gave him to her. She never wants to leave him behind. She wants to fold herself up into him and disappear into the happy, content warmth that he brings. I am staring the future in the face, and all I can say when I open my mouth is "What now?" ...what now?