"I have no control right now ..." He reasons. "I've had very little control since you opened your door tonight." "Then why'd you come?" I whisper. He shrugs, "I had to ..." "Had to?" I ask as I step in front of him. "I was at the bar, and we were talking, and I realized how much I miss you, and how much I've hurt you, and I guess I came to say I'm sorry... for all of it. This was never how we were supposed to end." Senior year is over, with the heartache and heartbreak of high school behind her, Tempist is ready to begin the rest of her life, even if it means moving on from the people she...