Firefly Glen Happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl

gone? she could chew on that word for hours.

she'd fought against the acceptance of it. that alasdair was gone, that she would not see him again. but heartache was a war not so easily abandoned.

her loss was a bleeding wound, and though he meant well, all cole's words offered were bandaids to a laceration. she did not want to cling to hope where there could be none. she did not want weep over false optimism. she could not fight just to fall and grieve again.

"i do not think we would find him. he was taken, or he was killed. i do not know which."

it was easier to not know.