*Caleb's POV* (Point of View)
So I listened to her.
Hmn. As she talks to me, on and on, about how close we were, I search through my mind, trying to find those memories. But none seem to come up. I look into her eyes, deeply, searching if I can find anything there. But all I see is loss, but somehow, I try and give her hope. I know, it's bad to give false hope. But her eyes, so deep brown, they just can't be disappointed right now. It might make things worse.
The way she describes our relationship, seems so important to her. So I try to comfort her, in the best way I can. I still don't understand what she meant to me.
The song beats through the radio, as I turn it on.
Does she love me? With all her heart?
Should I worry when we're apart?
It's a lover's question, I'd like to know.
The next verse sounds like the question I'd like to know.
Oh tell me where the answer lies.
Is it in her kiss? Or in her eyes?
It's a lover's question. I'd like to know.
It seems she has talked for hours, but I try to listen to everything. It doesn't seem like me at all. If I lived in the states, why am I here, in England?
She stops talking. What happened? All the sudden, I see her. Her eyes gleaming, glowing almost. She stares at me, trying to find something. I look back at her, with the bravest face I can give her right now. But she starts to cry. I guess she knows I still can't remember.
"Can you not remember one thing, on the way we met?" She asks sadly. Oh sh*t, what am I going to say? I can't just say " Uh, hell no!" It would disappoint her even more. What do I say, what do I say!
"Uh..."
"Please, try. Please. I need you." She reaches out for my hand, and I don't know what to do with it, so I shake it. Best thing someone can do to be polite. She just starts to burst tears again, like the weather outside. Was she mother nature? 'cause things aren't looking so great outside either.
I try to calm her down. But she sobs more, and I just can't do anything about it. I can try, but the only thing I'll remember are my friends back in America, the ones that I knew from the start. I pat her arm, to tell her to stop crying. She stops crying, drinks some water, and gets back on track.
"So you can't really what happened in Year 2?"
"We became best friends?"
"Anything else?" I see her biting her lip. She looks at me, searching for my answer.
