[She knows. She knows she can't make contact. Her mother died and she had to not go to the funeral. Her brother passed on by now and she skipped that, all the same. She distanced herself as best she could, but it was so hard.]

[His words did hurt, but she understood why they were spoken. Her hand raised to her eyes and rubbed at them, not crying, but sleepy.]

I promise, I'm not going to make contact. As easy as it would be. Make a facebook profile or something. I don't know. It's stupid. [she hunkered down farther into her couch, legs curling under her more.] And I wont. I know better. But...