"You're staring at him again, Allison." He whispered softly, prodding my arm. I shook my head, still refusing to look him in the eye. "I wasn't staring." I lied. I was a liar. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind me, and I could feel the warm air from his breath invade my neck. "Are you sure you don't have feelings for him anymore?" I could feel the hesitation in his voice. "Of course not." But I did. I do. I could still remember that night and I could feel the hole the memory was eating away at. But nobody could ever know that I still loved him. It wasn't meant to happen. He wasn't for me. ... Right?