She glared at me. I didn't care. One word was playing a loop in my heaad: mine.

Perhaps there are some things we can't let go of, but simply accept as over.

Christ,' he said to the tiny reflection of himself that floated along the surface of his coffee,'You have become quite the maudlin sop, haven't you? Laughing softly, he rubbed a hand over his face. Step one on the road back to sanity, stop talking to yourself.