There were two of us until they took him.
 
They could have left us alone, pretended that they didn’t see him, but now I’m left alone with my own thoughts.
 
They taunt me silently from a distance.
 
Almost daring me to come and get him.
 
They don’t expect me to welcome the challenge, to meet them on their side of the border and get him back.
 
But that’s thing about violent girls.
 
We’re always looking for the next fight.
 
As for me?
 
I accept.