I had began writing a new chapter to my story.

You stay the same.

Forever young. Frozen in your youth as I start to age

A couple of years have gone by,

Enough time for me to continue on my way.

They say that I have grieved enough.

It was time to move on.

But no matter how hard I try to take a step forward,

Guilt always stopped me.

Every time I remember your face, I wonder...

If I knew about your heart,

would it be enough to keep you alive?

One of my characters in an unpublished sequel's thoughts...