Ivy knew Zack was right, but it was hard to forget, even when she was willing to let go of it. She had tried locking away the memories and had succeeded for a few years, but this particular year

brought back a lot of old wounds. The situation that had led to another and spiked up the ache consuming her, despite her best efforts to move on, felt like a fresh cut.

She sighed deeply, her gaze still fixed on Zack's as she reached out with her hand to find his, which was resting on her head. "I will. I'll try harder." She nodded, whispering a promise more to herself...