I laughed to myself. “Ok. This is the day my back got way tanner than my front. Oh! And to make it so much better,â€? I chuckled, “I had a handprint on my side!â€? I turned to him, checking for his expression. He was not laughing. He didn’t even crack a smile. “What?â€? I could feel that the fun and games were about to be over. Several memories previous to this have all been cut short. Like God was ripping me away from my comfort zone. From the things I longed. I questioned the purpose of the journey.

I attempted at stealing another glance at the picture perfect moment, but as soon as I turned back around, it was gone. “Hunter!â€? I squeaked. There was nothing he could do, I knew.

It was now the middle of the summer before sophomore year. I was sitting on my bed, crying, with a phone in hand. “Aidan, stop! You and Kathryne can go out. I’m over you. I swear. God! Don’t use me as an excuse!â€? I winced. Each memory I visited became more and more depressing than the ones before, coming in and out in a speed of light.