We had one perfect week. Then she walked away, and I shipped out. Five years is a long time to wait for a second chance. I imagined seeing her again about a million times. I just never expected to be drunk in a crowded bar when she walked back into my life. Both of us have changed, but she's still keeping secrets, and I'm battling demons of my own. All this time, she's had the pieces of my broken heart, but this time, I'm not letting her walk away without a fight.