[Locked from
joey_heric]
I need to get away.
I don't know where to go any more.
Baltimore is all ghosts and bad memories. Staying in this City--this crowded city where everyone loses themselves but somehow--somehow he found me---I need to leave.
Not a permanent move - I like New York and I like my job. Just a vacation. I need enough time to make myself believe that he will move on and I can go back to my life, even if I know it's a lie.
[Locked from everyone]
I brought this upon myself - I couldn't let it rest and now I think that Tim's eyes in that photograph will haunt me forever.
I can't talk to Kellerman. Talking to him brings everything back, and so I've pushed him away. We seem to be the kind of ships that crash together during storms and then sail away, only to meet again in the eye of the hurricane. Maybe that's just the way it's supposed to be.