She walked into her room and immediately felt his presence. Even before he flicked on the light she could feel where he was. She was ready for him. She would not be arrows. But would she have enough strength to turn him away? With the strain of her conflicting emotions, adding in addition to their checkered past. Would she be able to tell him no? Or would she give into her emotions, give in to him? Which would she choose? As she took a step toward him, she made her decision. "Get out," she said, "And don't come back. What we have is to damaged, too overrun wiu grief and heartache. Let me go... Let me love."
She stepped to him, kissed him softly on the cheek and turned to leave, placing the engagement ring on the counter as she went out the door and on with her life.
