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into his arms.
    His eyes are still grazing my every feature,
touching me, caressing me, giving me the feeling I’m the most
important object in the room.
    I flush and bite on my lip again, feeling
shy at the close contact between us. Seeing my cheeks redden, he
starts his teasing game again.
    Zac has been constantly teasing me, throwing
his witty phrases at me from left and right. I can’t dodge
anymore.
    I’ve now come to realize I actually look
forward to our tutoring sessions. Today, I have on a nice purple
cardigan with long sleeves, the one I only wear on special
occasions. I’m not sure why I decided to wear it today, but now
that I think about it, I thought I would look pretty in his
eyes.
    And I hope right now he’s thinking the
same.
    “Oh, she’s a hot one,” someone speaks. Like
a bucket of icy cold water being dumped over me, my senses come
back and I turn to that voice.
    I freeze and my body starts shaking. I feel
sick to my stomach.
    He’s back. My nightmare, my horrifying
nightmare is back.
    Staring right back at me are those bloodshot
weed-green eyes, so similar to Zac’s yet so ugly. This is the face
of the man that crashed into my parents’ car, causing their and my
brother’s deaths.
    I go pale and grip Zac’s shirt. Zac,
noticing I’m scared, pulls me to hide behind him. The next few
words exchanged between the two fire me up and make me go
rigid.
    “Get off it, Dillon. Just go inside. I’ll
talk to you later.”
    “Okay, little brother. And good job by the
way,” the man says, and then he gives me another lecherous stare
and goes inside.
    Zac turns to me then. “Sorry about that. My
brother can sometimes be like that.”
    I stare at him fiercely. Inside, I’m boiling
with rage and pain. Zac’s brother is that killer. The one that
makes me want to seek justice by studying law.
    I tear myself from his protective embrace
and state firmly, “I’m going home now.”
    Zac’s still his usual jovial self. How can
he be affected like me anyway? He’s not the one who just came face
to face with a killer who didn’t even get punished. If it comes
down to it, he would probably side with his brother.
    I don’t listen to him when he waves at me
and says, “Okay. Thanks for today. I’ll see you in two days time,
then.”
    I’m too consumed with my anger and pain that
I go to hide behind a wall instead. Once he’s out of my sight, I
grip my chest.
    It hurts. It really hurts. My heart simply
shatters.
    The memories, they’re all coming back to me
now. The rain. The blaring bright lights. The sounds of screeching
tires. The crash. My parents and my brother all aligned in their
caskets. All dead. All gone. Just me, Clare, Moon, and Gigi.
    Subconsciously, I touch my forehead. There’s
a scar running into my hairline. I pull up the sleeve of my purple
cardigan next to reveal the many scars aligning the length of my
left arm where the bones on my forearm broke. They are ugly-looking
scars. Seeing them only reminds me of the nightmare I’m trying to
forget. That’s why I always wear long-sleeved tops and have a
fringe so it covers my forehead. If people were to see the scars on
my forehead or my arms, it would only invite them to pry into my
affairs, asking me countless questions about how I got my scars. To
answer would only bring me pain, and I don’t want to experience
that pain ever again. I want to forget it all.
    My thoughts return to Zac. I thought I had a
crush on him and might have liked him a bit since he’s the one who
stole my first kiss. He was even kind enough to show me Elsa, his
guitar. I know he must have felt embarrassed naming his guitar
Elsa, but he showed it to me anyway. At least I mean something to
him, right?
    Who am I joking? I’m simply dreaming. Zac is
the brother of Dillon Elliot, the guy who took away my parents and
brother.
    Dillon Elliot. Zac Elliot. Why didn’t I
notice the resemblance in the color of their eyes or their last
name? Weed-green eyes,