Nothing Was Easier To Shatter Than The

And No One Drank Just One Shot Of Tequila.

Alice Started To Cry. It Came With No Sound, No Shuddering, No Childlike Hysterics, Just A Soul-deep Release That Turned Into Moisture And Dripped Down Her Puffy Pink Cheeks. She Touched Her Tears, Frowning. Then She Looked Up At Julia And Whimpered Two Words Before She Fell Asleep. ‘real Hurts.’

What Good Did It Do To Light The World On Fire If She Had To Watch The Glow Alone?

Before This Trip And All That She'd Learned About The Three Of Them, She Would Have Gotten Angry Or Changed The Subject. Anything To Obscure The Pain She Felt. Now She Knew Better. You Carried Your Pain With You In Life. There Was No Outrunning It.

One Thing I Can Tell You For Sure Is This: We Only Regret What We Don't Do In Life.