She wants to get out. Get out of this entire hellish life she's living. She's sick of seeing so many F's on her report card, she's sick of being pretty bloated all the time, she's sick of the people she's hanging out with. She wants to be with Him. She wants to be with him. Especially Him. And him. She misses them both. At times, she feels like everything is turning against her. She wants to retire, but she can't. She is too scared to make anybody unhappy. She knows that she can't possibly please everybody, but she feels a weird obligation. She thinks she is suffering from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. But she cannot place her fears anywhere. It is intangible, untouchable, incurable. She feels squeamish, with worms in her stomach. She doesn't understand a word she is reading, she can't touch anything that wants to be touched, she feels light suddenly, but she can't fly. There is only one thing refraining her from doing whatever she wants, to be out of this state of limbo: FEAR. The four-letter word that harms her brains, intoxicating, ugly. She has to overcome that first, but how? She needs the help of the one and only person who's been through everything with her.

The tides has changed. It is time now.