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and left the library without another word. She wondered where he went
until she heard the screen door slam.
    “Crud.” Mina and rushed out after Brody
into the rain. He was only a few feet off of the porch and had stopped in front
of his black car. He looked forlorn and lost as the rain ran off of him. When
he heard the door shut he turned to look at her. His face was a mirage of
emotions—confusion, want, need. She rushed off the steps and went to him.
Stopped within arms’ reach and watched him silently.
    “It’s raining,” Brody said as if he just
noticed it.
    “Yeah, it is,” she answered. “I’m sorry
for doubting your reasons. If the offer is still good, I would like to go with
you.” She smiled, blinking through the rain.
    Brody stepped closer, and she closed the
distance. She almost leaned into him but caught herself at the last moment. He was
standing closer than was appropriate as well, and they were both staring at
each other. Neither one said anything, but her thoughts hung heavy in the air.
    What
are you thinking? Do you remember me…us?
    Brody opened his mouth to say something,
but closed it at the last second and shoved his hands in his pockets. She could
see them balled into fists through the denim of his jeans. His smile dropped
from his face and he looked irritated at himself.
    “What’s wrong?” she asked, promptly
forgetting to breathe.
    “Nothing.” He shook his head.
    “Okay then.” She turned and walked in the
pouring rain back toward her dry porch. The storm seemed to have passed, but a strong,
steady rain continued.
    “No, that’s not true.” Brody ran after
her.
    Mina stopped and turned to look up at
him.
    The rain was pelting them, but he didn’t
seem to care. “Do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind? I have these
dreams, recollections of events that I know deep down couldn’t have possibly
happened. But then whenever I go to sleep, I remember everything—clear as
day. I tell myself when I wake up, I’ll recall every detail—only I don’t.”
    Mina stood there holding her breath,
refusing to believe what she was hearing. “Yes, unfortunately that’s how dreams
work. But they’re only dreams,” she said.
    “Are they?” Brody looked at her sadly. He
stared at her as if waiting for her to lay his worries to rest or give him
answers he desperately needed.
    She shivered at how close they were
coming to the truth, and she so wanted to believe he remembered everything
they’d shared.
    But then she remembered Teague’s warning.
He could hurt her friends. Was it really better if Brody didn’t know?
    It couldn’t be. How many times could the
Story mess with her friends’ memories without leaving permanent damage? “Why
are you asking me about this?” She had to know.
    This time it was Brody who shivered.
“Because I dream about you. Every night, I dream of you…and me. Yet at school
we act like strangers. But I know things about you I couldn’t possibly know. I
know you hate the color red, hate being the center of attention. Love journaling,
love Asian dumplings. I’m right, aren’t I?”
    “I don’t know.” She avoided looking at
him. Afraid he’d see the truth in her eyes.
    He reached out to touch her shoulders. “How
could I know that your kisses taste like honey? And I would give anything for
another one, but yet…I don’t think we’ve ever kissed.”
    The tears came, and Mina thanked God that
it was raining to at least hide them. “I don’t kn—”
    “ Stop .
Don’t say that again. I don’t think I can hear those words again. Not from
you.” Brody’s grip became tighter and he pulled her closer.
    “I’m sorry. I don’t have the answers you
want,” she answered softly, refusing to meet his gaze.
    “No, I think you do.” The water trailed
off of Brody’s cheek and dripped onto Mina’s face with a small stream. She
flinched from the splash and her movement brought Brody back to the present. He
looked around and only now seemed