As you lay in bed, next to your enforcer husband, you couldn't help but think about the past. All you could think about was that short, pink hair. Those muscular arms....those soft lips. Why had you let her go? Why had you let other people's opinions get the best of you? With a sigh, you quickly get up and rush to the phone downstairs. You were as quiet as you could possibly be, as to not wake your husband. You dial the number you remembered so well, waiting....as you were about to hang up, you hear her voice "I thought I'd never hear from you again, cupcake"