They shouldn't have had to. They should have had the chance to be happy and safe like everyone else. I would die again a thousand times to make that happen.

[She looks up at him, leaning into the touch with wide eyes, like she's trying to convince him. Begging him to believe that she would.]

I don't know how to make John understand. I can barely talk to him. All he sees is himself and his own pain- and it's not even about me anymore. He doesn't see me. He sees what he wanted me to be. It's all about him losing me, but now that he has me it's still all about him. He doesn't realize that I'm real. I'm a person with feelings and they can be nasty, he doesn't get it. I'm just... [Shaking her head and looking down cynically.] The disappointing shadow cast by the wife he thought he had. He didn't know me then, and I don't know if he wants to know me now. Not really.