"I don't know." Naea shrugged her small shoulders and sipped at her drink once more, letting it go down slowly this time. "I haven't seen or wanted to talk to him in five years. It's hard to forgive and forget things when they just don't want to be forgiven or forgotten."
Her nose scrunched up slightly as she looked up at Pierce. "I'm not even sure I really know how to grieve or what the hell I'm grieving for, Pierce. For him? For what should have been? I don't know." Naea sighed heavily as she looked back down. "I'm a mess. It's a mess."