It had been one, whole, horribly lonely month since she’d seen Killian. She had tried hard to forget about him. Val was right. There’s no way things could have worked out differently. She told herself that every day now. He’s an alien. I’m human. We’re from different worlds. Surely he knew I wouldn’t be coming back. She felt like such a coward. I didn’t even really say goodbye. He obviously wanted to see me again. What if he’s up there right now waiting for me? It would be just like a man to do that to make a girl feel guilty. The asses know that works. Lay a guilt trip on a gal, look helpless, and they’re putty in your hands. By the end of the month she couldn’t stand it any longer. Her song had changed. ‘It wouldn’t work’ to ‘he’s playing me’ to ‘it would be rude not to go one last time, just to tell him I won’t be coming back.
