"I get it. But can you stop crying now? People are starting to stare," he says, half-joking, half-concerned.

"I want to stop... but the tears just keep coming," Vienna admits.

"When I came back, I wanted to hate you, to give you a taste of your own medicine. But I couldn't. Sometimes, I blame myself for loving you this much. These few days you were gone... they felt longer than the last three years. And when I found out so many things, I thought maybe you wouldn't want me anymore... that you ...