“I never forgot.” The words are so quiet, but he’s looking straight at me, and I don’t mistake them. “Don’t,” I warn him. “You’re the one who brought it up.” He raises an eyebrow, still keeping that intense stare on me. “I never, not for one day, forgot.” My heart, what’s left of it anyway, cracks, and the sound echoes through my chest cavity. “Is that supposed to make me feel better? Because I’ll tell you, it’s doing the exact opposite.” “I may have pretended, I may have fooled myself, but I never forgot.” He shakes his head, those brown locks dusting his shoulders as he does so.
