Memories I spent years erasing surge to the forefront of my mind, flashing before me like a haunted movie reel. The way her smile grew wider whenever I got flustered and spoke out of turn. Her sparkling eyes looking up at me as we—no, I stiffly moved us around the dance floor during her quinceañera. How she had a similar expression during her valedictorian speech as she thanked me, the salutatorian, for putting up a good fight throughout high school.
