Jenna's P.O.V:
I wandered down the street and felt instantly calm as the sharp breezy air whipped my face.
If I were with Lauren I would be running against it, laughing uncontrollably. I smiled at the thought, but then it faded as I remember Lauren's last words: "Remember me..."
I sigh heavily, causing a shaky breath to escape my lungs. Remember her?! If only she knew just how much I miss her.
I still have nightmares. And sometimes without realizing it someone will say something. And trigger a flashback or a memory. It was all so quick, that sometimes I still find it hard to come to terms with what happened.
Although it's been a year and a half already.
I shake my head, snapping myself out of my miserable memories.
After all... it wouldn't bring her back again, and it certainly wouldn't bring revenge upon the man I blamed...
I crossed the street and saw a small crowd gathering by the arena. More and more people were joining it and it looked like an extremely disjointed queue.
I stepped closer, peering to see what they were all looking at. Maybe a celebrity or something.
Walking down a little, I saw a tall man taking photographs with a couple of excited teenage girls. I saw that head of messy brown curls and I knew instantly.
"Speak of the devil," I thought.
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