- Everyone deals with grief, sadness, break ups, divorce, marital issues or death in their own way. Jovi was no different. She was human and flawed too. Seeing no end to the pain and suffering that awaited her down the long steeply road of life. Just by even thinking about it; the fact that she might end up never getting back together with Mark. Whenever Jovi let that single thought sink in, she felt like she was going to die.
- And maybe it was her fault...maybe it was everyone's fault...or maybe it was her own foolish actions and decisions. Who cares? All she wanted was to hold Mark in her arms, let him feel the pressure on her hips and plant a kiss on her lips. So he can get her moaning with his single touch, which she won't resist.
- The coldness of the living room in the Winchester house filled her lungs, piercing through her soul like a dagger in her chest. Jovi sat on the couch; sheepish with her hands placed on the armrests, her legs folded while drinking from a glass of champagne in her hands, looking distraught and tearful. The fact that the yellow sweater and high waisted denim short she wore didn't express how she was feeling at that time didn't mean that she was sad - proof.