Two.

Rylie's POV

I walk ahead of Jodi out toward my car, trying to let the tears dry from my eyes before she can see just how much he does still affect me. I can't get the look of his face out of my mind, so I close my eyes, but the vision doesn't go away, it never has. Every time I think I'm moving on, think I have finally forgotten about him, he comes rushing back into my life and I am left completely helpless from trying to stop it. Everything I do seems to have a memory with him attached to it, making it almost completely impossible for me to forget. Washing dishes, watching TV while lounging on the couch, showering, laying in bed at night... it is still all vivid memories of mine, enough so that sometimes it still feels as if I can feel his arms snaking around me, holding me close to his strong body.. I shake my head, trying to rid it of the previous thoughts that went through it before standing at the door of my car, not able to get in.



Jodi comes up behind me, putting her hand on my shoulder for support and finally making the tears fall. I turn around and look at her, knowing that she is about to say something.



"Don't. Just don't.. okay?" I plead, knowing that now more than ever she knows the truth. I'm not over him. I probably never will be.



"I wasn't going to," she soothes while pulling me into a tight hug, but even that makes me remember a much stronger embrace..

Max's POV

All through the morning skate, I can't keep my mind off of her. It's been nearly two months, and I haven't gotten so much of a hello from her. Not that I blame her.. what I did was incredibly stupid, but I can only hope that she finds it within herself to forgive me, at least eventually. I don't know what I was thinking.. I went and ruined just about one of the only correctly functioning relationships I've ever had, and all for nothing.

But then I think back to the way she looked this morning, the almost haunted look that covered her face. Seeing that face that sad almost puts daggers through my chest. One of the things I loved most about her was her personality, always happy and welcoming. Now, I felt anything but welcomed by her. I missed the way her smile use to light up her face, or the way she was always happy to see me. I try to free my mind of all thoughts of her, knowing that I need to concentrate completely on practice. It sounds like an easy task, but it has been anything but easy since that once night that seems like so long ago.