[ She starts to frown when he suggests she do that, forehead creasing and pout settling on her lips. Her eyes cast down, thinking over each detail he gives. Nothing else, at first. ] I remembered what I guess is a school...a hallway. Lockers. [ Effort generates results, her breath hitching quietly, breaking a gasp from getting louder. She recalls a similar scene to the one he was witness to the previous day. From her perspective. A coveted trophy, one she would've had from popularity. From her mere essence. Why. She looks down, remembering more. ] After I got home, I didn't think I'd ever talk to you again. I couldn't believe you thought you needed to do that.

[ She breathes out, another memory surfacing. Walking down a sidewalk together, looking almost identical in age to how they did with those formal clothes on, sunlight bright above them. Hands woven together. The air warm. Summer. After graduation. ] But...I forgave you. I remember. Being together. After that. [ Her head shakes, and if there are cameras around, she doesn't care or think.

She stands, striding over to Damon, looking into his eyes. ] It's not...real. It can't be.