Right, accident. ( she nods. the why was certainly the most easy to figure out, yes. anything else though was pretty difficult. with any luck she would remember who these two men in her life are. they must be important, why else would she have their pictures in her home? their home?

she glances toward roman and takes in the words he's saying. don't think, just let it be a feeling... feelings were difficult for her. she doesn't remember that she just knows it somehow. setting her fingers to frame, she tilts her head as she stares at the man. her chest is tight. there's emotion there. strong. she's pretty sure she knows what that is but it terrifies her. then she notices something in the picture. her hand is laid out on the man's chest and on it... digging into her pocket, she retrieves a ring the sheriff had told her that she had on her person. ) ... I think I am in love with this man. ( it's said in awkward confusion, but she turns to roman with the frame in one hand and the ring in the other. ) I think he gave this to me and we are ... ( she trails off.

but who's the boy? there's a sense of pride when she looks at his photo but the memories are vague. ) I feel ... ( naked, opened, as though her emotions are showing more than she usually wants them too. her brow knits deeper into a frown. ) ... concern. ( where are these two men? )