`` because he died when we were seventeen . '' his shoes drag along the floor as he heads for the front door . all i had to do was keep running . he closed his eyes in regret , wishing that there was n't a huge canyon of ugly past between them . inside was a gleaming silver charm in the shape of a locomotive engine . slipped out before she could stop it . guys seemed to change into different people whenever their dicks were involved . only a hint of warmth entered the younger woman 's blue eyes . 