Lorna felt a lump in her throat when he looked at her the way he did. When he started to speak, the words he said -- her heart felt heavy. Lorna nods her head gently..."It wasn't you, Alex. It was me. I was myself, my own demons and dealing with my family." She sighed heavily.
"You don't need to change, Alex. Nothing was ever wrong with you..." Lorna lets out a sharp breath of air when he leans in, resting his head against her own."After I left...I wondered around from country to country. Trying to forget everything about myself and family. I met someone, he took care of me...teaching me how to release my paint and self hate." She leans away from him.
"I knew I would never see you again...also knew I had to release the love I had for you. Before I knew it, I fell in love with him -- a year later he died. I lost him and before he died he told me to return here and correct my wrongs." She knew he wouldn't fully understand.
"I had hoped you would have moved on without me. You, Alex Summers deserves the best in the world." She rests her hand on his face.