Bearclaw Valley and heaven knows,

She complied, lifting her tear soaked cheeks. I don't want you to look at me crying Frederick, I'm a grown woman. She knew that it was alright, that it was healthy, and yet she was embarrassed all the same.

She couldn't stand to long for another, not like this. It hurt her too much, and she feared that she would hurt Frederick in turn. He spoke words of reassurance, but she felt as though she was the one who had manufactured them.

Frederick was the center of her world, the sun in her solar system. She couldn't live without him, and yet with each meeting he took a piece of her fragile heart with him. Soon there would be nothing left to take.

Milan wanted to love, and she wanted to be loved. Why did it have to be so difficult?