|15| A fresh start

Zack’s POV

“How are you doing, Zack?” Lucy asked, worry seeping in her brown eyes, replacing what I thought was anger—why would she be worried?

Two years passed with no contact—no texts, or calls, not even a single sign of her. She vanished… she vaporized into the thin air.

“And why do you care?” I asked back, and she tore her gaze away, walking away from me, knowing I would follow her—and she was right, I followed her.

“I always cared about you, Zazzy,” she answered, and I rolled my eyes at the nickname she gave me since we were kids.

She glanced at me as a soft chuckle escaped her lips. “But… you left when I needed you, Luce,” my desperate voice stopped her, realizing I wasn’t following her anymore.

“You don’t remember,” she murmured, turning around to face me. “You don’t remember coming to my place, asking for money?”

I knitted my eyebrows, running through my memories for the last time I’d seen her. The distorted memory flashed in my hea