Lowri still talks to Jeriah every day. She sees him in the kitchen, feels his hand brush hers, hears his laugh in the quiet. But Jeriah's been gone for two years-killed in a car crash on a rainy night. Everyone tells her to move on, but how can she, when he still smiles at her in the mirror? She whispers the things she never said when he was alive: I loved you. I needed you. But it's too late now. Maybe she's broken. Maybe he's just a memory. Or maybe... some love never really leaves.
