I Can't. You Can't Rewrite The Past.

My Breathing Begins To Slow. The Tension In My Muscles Starts To Relax. Then, A Click In The Headphones. A Slow Breath Of Air. I Open My Eyes To Bright Moonlight. And Hannah, With Warmth. Thank You.

A Flood Of Emotions Rushes Into Me. Pain And Anger. Sadness And Pity. But Most Surprising Of All, Hope.

But They Were Wrong. There Was A Reason.

Betrayal. It's One Of The Worst Feelings.

Teens In The '90s Had The Same Basic Desires As They Do Now.