The Trials of Guinevere Degrance2015

Don't judge me. I know you want to, but let's get some facts straight in my defense. 1. I love Arturo King 2.Arturo left me behind. 3.I was lonely. 4.Lansing was an old friend. 5.I love Arturo King. Did you burn the fictional damsel in distress that cuddled and kissed her best friend when her fantastical boyfriend disappeared for months? No, you did not. You sympathized with her loneliness before you read ahead to make sure the boyfriend was coming back to her. Loneliness is not a crime. It's cruel to be alone, but not a crime, the last I knew. If it is a crime, I'll light the match to ignite myself for what I've done. Goodness knows, I'm burning up with guilt as it is. In my defense, I want my story to be told before I'm judged too harshly. Arturo King might be a rock legend, but he and I are human. We make mistakes. We made mistakes. Do we need to suffer for all of eternity because of them? I hope not. The jury still seems to be out, though. The greater question is: Is it possible to rekindle our love, when the past could burn us all?