Your stories don't begin when you think they do, they begin when they find the right people to play the right part. The idea of marriage was horrifying but what was more horrifying was the place he had brought me to. I looked around the old building, the garden that I adored had died. The building was half burnt. The place was a total mess now.

"Why are we here?" I questioned hiding behind Noah nervously.

He pulled my arm to bring me forward, pondered for a moment and said, "We have left our best memories here. We need to get them back."

"All I remember is the sound of crackers and horrific cries of people. I'm not going inside." I wailed pulling back my hand from his grip.

He caught me back and towed me to the back yard while I kept on denying to go. Every step that I took reminded me of the night when I had cried the most. That night changed the definition of life for me. I could still hear my cries echoing, I could still hear the flames following me, I could still hear my mother wailing for me to come out.

"Noah please, Noah! Don't do this! I beg you!" I cried trying to free myself but I couldn't. It was impossible to run now. I left this place 11 years ago and never turned back.

"This place is not just for your bad memories, you have spent a lot more than that here. Then why do you care about just one night?" He groaned holding me straight.
I looked into his fearless eyes, they wanted me to calm down and face my fears but I had been facing so many fears recently I had forgotten which one they were telling me about.

"I'm not ready yet," I mumbled looking at my feet. He left my hand and began to walk ahead of me.

"I'm going to dig out the time capsule we planted when Grandma died. You can wait in the car." He said without changing his expressions. How can he be so calm while being at such a horrifying place? I followed him as he walked towards the fern tree and tried to dig out our time capsule.

He removed the mud from his hands unveiling the broken leaves of our past. I met Noah when I was 6. That year our family had moved in with the Martin's. We lived like a family. A year later Grandma died and with her died my parents' relationship. Grandma gave me a locket and a gift to Noah too. We decided to store it in a time capsule and promised to stay by each other forever. A year later my parents decided to divorce, they would fight every day, someday even hit each other. Dad decided to start a new business of crackers. He stored them in a room near the backyard. I don't remember much but just the fact that the walls of the room still hold my cries and the images of that night still haunts me.

"Why can't I find it?" Noah asked getting frustrated. If Noah was showing emotion, I could only imagine how important it must be for him. Maybe that's why that day I ended up captured in that fire trying to save our time capsule.

"It's not there," I told him wiping my tears.

"What do you mean?" He asked getting anxious.

"The fire kept on growing wild and I knew it was going to destroy the backyard, so I dig it out and hid it behind the clubhouse. It's under the cherry birch tree." I mumbled pointing towards the pink and golden Bush.  He looked at me with disbelief as he rushed to dig it out. I was not sure if we could still find it, but the fact that Noah remembered and he was so anxious about it was proof in itself that he wasn't completely heartless.

"I found it." He said sighing in relief. I walked up to him as he broke the lock of wooden box. It was almost destroyed. He picked out the two little glass bottles that we had kept inside and handed me the one I placed.

"Can we leave this place first?" I asked as the tears clouded my eyes again. Noah nodded his head and holding my hand ran out of our old house. We stopped once we reached our car.

"Are you crazy? Why did you bring me here in the first place?" I ranted hitting him.

"Because you said anywhere. And I needed to dig this out." He explained showing his bottle.

"You could have done that later. You could have brought Jade with you. It's not like you can't get married without it?" I scolded him still crying.

"It's exactly like that." He said breaking the lid of the bottle. He took out the little ring he had tied inside it with a string and presented it to me.

"Grandma's ring?" I questioned taking it from his hand.

"She gave it to me and asked me to give this to the girl I marry. I'm not sure if you are still considering or if you've made up your mind, but this ring really needs to be there if I get married tomorrow." He said taking it back. How can someone they call a cold-hearted person to be this considerate?

"You're insane," I said breaking the lid of my bottle.

"What's in that?" He asked looking at my locket. I opened the circle-shaped locket and brought out his Grandpa's wedding ring as well.

"Why do you have it?" He questioned looking at it carefully.

"I guess your grandma knew since the beginning, she sensed we were going to be a married couple." I smiled before handing the ring to him.

"Why do I sense you're trying to tell me you've agreed to this engagement?" He questioned teasing me.

"Too bad my mother can't get the twin marriage she had always hoped for." I pouted, changing the subject. He gave a faint laugh before keeping both the rings safely in a box. I don't know if we were fated or if it was just a coincidence but I couldn't get my mind to believe that I was going to marry Noah Martin the next day.

All through the drive back home, my eyes were busy playing hide and seek with the person sitting in the driver seat. I was afraid of embarrassing myself again but my gut kept on fluttering and making weird noises that only my heart could hear. I didn't know what this feeling was, nor did I know which doctor was going to help me but still the only thing that was bothering me right now was what if this side of Noah Martin fades again?