[i]He really owes me nothing... He's free to leave... I can't wrap my head around why he would stay. If anything, I'd be a shackle to his nature.[/i] [b]Chloe bit her lower lip in thought, green lines tracing along her hands as they pushed into the grass, making the stalks turn large and green... Growth, healing, the bodies redemption at her finger tips.[/b] [i]He must know that I don't offer much.[/i]