One of these, even after all these years, was still the most bitter of all. He had loved a girl, within those walls, a girl he shouldn't have loved. It had happened for a short time, but it had seemed like a lifetime. He had felt her in his skin even when she wasn't there, she had crowded his dreams at night and his thoughts when he was awake; she had been the very reason he was still alive and for this, he had loved her more than his own life. Then, he had lost her.