I was seven years old when my teacher told me

the most colorful insects,

were also the most venomous.

and I was fifteen years old when I looked into your green eyes,

and realized

she had been right all along.

Five had finally believed he had his happiness.

He got the girl, he got his life back, and his worst enemy was dead.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Now he must put his world back together.

But how do you help someone who doesn't want to be helped?

And how do you get someone to remember when they don't want to remember?