"He still asks about you, you know."

She gets a spang of longing and hurt in her chest, "I know."

She whispers, "do you ever think about getting in contact again?"

She's silent for a moment.

"...I would love nothing more than to run to him," she says, smiling, thinking back to him. "...But so much happened. So much hurt. I was broken after it ended. I can't risk having to say goodbye again, it destroyed me for a long time. So, would I want to? I would love nothing more. Will I? No."