Jon let out a longed-for sigh as he jumped onto the couch in Veronica's apartment. He hadn't given her the keys back yet, so he decided to go inside. He hadn't expected her to be there, since she had made it very clear that she wouldn't be anywhere where he could normally find her. But all of her stuff was clearly there, so maybe she hadn't even come home after the whole thing. He looked to the side and saw a small journal sitting on a table. He knew it would be a huge invasion of privacy if he read it, but maybe he had a clue as to where she would be. He needed to find her quickly before she was completely out of his life. He took it and began flipping through the pages until he found the last entry. It was dated a month ago, so he probably wouldn't have found any valuable information. although he still found himself reading it. I honestly still think about him. Although this time I find myself thinking about all the bad times, and there have been many. But I'm trying my best to think about the good times because I don't want to not love him; he did some really good things for me that changed my life. I mean, he was the one who encouraged me not to be ashamed of my profession. Even today I hear his voice every time I'm about to go on stage. I always hear him say, "If anyone has a problem with you taking your clothes off for money, then they can suck a dick. You have a very sexy body and if you want to show it off, go ahead. Fuck those stuck-up bitches you call your parents, and all the other snotty, prissy assholes who have a problem with you being a stripper I miss him so much, and it hurts me to know that in two years, he probably won't even remember me. Anyway, it's been exactly three weeks from...middle of the paper......and Cincinnati and be happy,” he said, rising from the couch. "And obviously not, since you wouldn't let me leave." At that point, she wanted to walk away and try to forget him, but her feet remained planted on the ground as she stared straight into his eyes. He sighed before running his hands through his hair. "Good. Move on. I can't force you to stay with me, so do whatever the fuck you want," he said before getting up from the couch and leaving his apartment, slamming the door behind him. Veronica stared at the door just to see if he would. return. After five minutes had passed, she realized he was serious and probably wouldn't be back. Even though she really wanted him to come back, she hoped he wouldn't. If she did, she didn't think she would be able to resist kissing him. He sighed and went to his room to start packing his things..