I love him and he is my best friend. We knew each other since third grade. He was the dopey kid with glasses who sat at the lunch table with the girls because he wasn't accepted by the guys. He was the one kid in class who was okay at sports but was always chosen late for a team. He was little Day Day, the boy who would show up at my doorstep every morning to walk me to school. My guy best friend who would tell off anyone who tried to mess with me. Six years later, he is Damien; the cool, tall, leading man in every school play who the girls drool over.

Now he is standing in front of me acting as if nothing has changed. As if the last few days have meant nothing to him. As if he is stuck in the past even though he has always been a person who looked towards the future. As if he forgot his promise...

He hands me the necklace halfheartedly and steps back. It is a locket necklace with a picture of us inside of it. The picture is of me and him when we went together for homecoming.

"Thanks!" I say cheerily trying to lighten the mood. I go to hug him but he doesn't respond to my gesture.

"Mhm," Damien responds and forces a smile. "I meant to give this to you during the car ride but you know."

"It's beautiful." I admire the heart-shaped locket. "Damien, I'm sorry that I didn't answer you before the... you know. Damien, I love you."

He pulls his lips into a tight line and stuffs his hands in his pockets. Why isn't he saying anything back? I look at the ground waiting for him to say something.

"I don't know Rhea." Damien looks up at me then quickly averts his eyes.

"I'm sorry."