With Brock, I thought we had a love to last forever. Until the night it died a quick, tragic death, leaving me broke, and destroying my ability to trust another man with my heart. Now Brock is back and after years apart it's time to face my past and finally get some closure, no matter how much I still love him. With Ripley, I was getting the home I had always dreamed of instead of the home I grew up in. I grew up in a home filled with violence and hate. Unlike my father, I vowed never to hurt the people I love. Until the moment I did just that. Now, I'm out of the military, returning home. I don't expect to see Ripley and haven't laid eyes on her since that night, but even after six years, the feeling I have for her are still there.
It's time for me to face the demons of my past--the same demons that Ripley's been fighting this whole time.
Can Ripley forgive me, and even if she does -- will I be able to forgive myself for hurting the only person who ever mattered?