And she wonders briefly how it came to be this way. She thinks of all the ‘what if…?’s and drowns herself in her misery - thinking of him, thinking of them, thinking of what could have been - over and over and over again.“As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself.” – Haruki Murakami   Foreworda three part story written for ;;The Sky is the LimitA/N::ohmydearhogod. asdfghjkl. Do forgive meas I think I may be a bit rusty with mypresent-style writing. The one that I used during the beginning of time if anyone is curious. Haha. First time joining a contest... @_@ Wishme luck!