We talk now, more frequently, like we used to. That alone fills me with a joy so great that there are few words I can find to properly express it. I g...t lost in the bliss of hearing his voice and every single time, without fail, he has me hanging on his every word. However, in his absence, I cannot cast the truths from my mind. They flood me with so many emotions and Hate seems to be the most prominent. I detest him for putting me in a position where I cannot tell him that I love him and for. Even though it wasn't enough."It seems so heartless." She dumped you. Not a word, Bee. Not a word. That's heartless."Jay isn't heartless. I never met a person with more heart than Jay. Lastbirthday she got me a new hockey stick, mine was getting well battered.He chatted Lorraine up to make sure he got the one I needed, a top ofthe range model he could hardly afford on his paramedic wage, but didn'tjust wrap it up and hand it over. No, not Jay: she hid it in the houseand left me a treasure trail. "You what?" I couldn't believe my brother had fucked my sister. "I had sex with her and it was my first time too..." he looked away from me. "And everyday I wished I had waited for someone better. Like you..." he whispered. That really shocked me. Did he really want me or just someone like me? "Anna?" he asked as the silence dragged on. I looked up at him unsure of what to say or do. "Can I kiss you?" he looked at me eagerly but that crazed hunger look wasn't there anymore. What could I. Purgatory wasn’t exactly a huge improvement, but the faces changed a bit from reproach and despair to hope whenever they learned that there would be some release eventually.“If they had read the Apocalypse of Peter, they would know this, but that never made it into the official canon, alas. The Apocalypse was actually more inspired than the Book of Revelation, if still flawed, as it was written when Adonai began to harbor doubts about the justice and fairness of the whole ‘eternal torment’.