Seven Times I Came, Seven Times You Didn't
"You only remember making a promise to me, yet you don't remember how many days and nights I spent holding on to that promise."
Joseph clutched the hairpin, his hand trembling. "I can. I can remember it all."
In a panic, he held the hairpin out toward me, almost touching my hair. "Let me put this on you, okay? Just like we used to…"
I stepped back and avoided his hand.
"We can't go back," I said, pointing at the hairpin. "No matter how much you try to put it back together, you can't erase the cracks. It won't ever be the same again."