I offer no answer. He offers nothing at all.
I wonder why he stands there, facing a man he despises, but it is the same reason I stand here with only a thin metal railing between me and a nine story drop.
He's waiting.
Desperately, I search my past.
Rosalie's friends crowded around the pool. Bright green eyes, a shy smile. Impatience. Escape. Following footsteps. "Did you need something?"
A blushing, embarrassed retreat.
My chest constricts, pounding in my head struggling to drown out the memories. It meant nothing at the time. I had forgotten.
But now I see it.
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