As for me, I can only go on with my old life.

She could go back to the old life, and the young man would never know.

She got on with trying to make sense of her old life, while they made new lives for themselves.

Or just more of the same old life and death?

She did not want any part of that old life again.

And nothing in her old life could ever come close.

But she wasn't ready to give up her old life.

I'd been looking for a chance to put an end to my old life, and move on.

Either way, she would never return to her old life.

She told him what had passed between them in the last hour of the old life.