[b]She blinks it away, bowing her head to avoid eye contact. This wasn't good for her. Her voice turns to a quiet mumble. She clenches her fists.[/b] [i][u]"Me too..."[/u][/i] [b]She couldn't face him, not if it brought everything flooding back. She didn't know what else to say. But what if this was the only way to remember him? The only way to see him once more? She wishes she could speak, pour out her whole story... But she didn't want to remember either. The conflicting emotions turn her skin a strange hue of pink.[/b]