d one of the bouquets of flowers and began to tear away at the plants. Daisy petals began to litter the sidewalk beneath me.

I grabbed some of the pictures and ripped them in two, seething with a mix of fury and misery. They were lost memories now, just like Cass will someday be.

Still wanting to tear it all apart, I reached for the center of attention: the hot pink poster. The feeling of the cool, crisp paper was on my fingertips when suddenly someone grabbed my arms from behind, pulling me away. The figure yelled, “What are you doing?”

I instantly recognized the voice even though it had been a while since I had seen the owner face to face. Jace Andrews.

“Get the fuck off me!” I screamed and then shoved him away. He stumbled back and I stared him down, out of breath.