"Natasha." Elbowing Wes gently, Kimmi chuckled. It was his brother's girlfriend, and he couldn't even remember her name. Typical Wesley.
Kimmi's mind was going back in time too, back to when she and Wesley had been young, and in love, and happy together. They hadn't wanted anything but each other. It had been perfect. "You'll heal eventually," Kimmi said soothingly. "It might take a long time, but... someday." She paused, then admitted softly, "It took me a long time to get over you. I never thought I would. I thought I'd have your name tattooed on my heart forever." Even now, she couldn't say that it wasn't still there, etched faintly but unmistakably. But they had both moved on, found new lovers, new lives. Wes would be okay in time.