We became a memory, and now we're frozen in time. We are unmoving, and stuck in the past. Tragic, isn't it?

I guess it's even more tragic because I never thought it would be us. What a naive thought, but I guess I assumed that we had built ourselves to last. That even when spring would eventually come and try to melt us away, we would still stand.

Obviously, I was wrong.

But here we are. All our memories are frozen in place, and everything we were is melting in the floor. All we seem to be now, is a cold, icy puddle that the spring sun is trying to warn up and evaporate.

And in a way, you're acting like the sun too. Pretending like this hasn't affected you in any way, almost like we never happened. Maybe you're trying to forget. I'm not sure whether you're trying to forget the memories, or the hurt look I know has crossed my eyes at least once or twice.

I'm not even sure why you're doing this. I don't know what happened to make you leave so abruptly.

But you did.

Did the sun get to you? Why are you trying to pretend that our "us" never existed?

Maybe I'll never know after all; why you left us frozen in place, with the inability to move forward in each other's arms.

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I just thought I would say thank you to all you lovely people who read this book, and tell you that there is one part left after this one! I hope you guys have been liking the story so far :)
~T