81-Hope POV
It had been a year since that day. A year, watching my scar slowly fade, as the memories did. We all decided not to talk about that day. We tried speaking about it once, and instead all our memories linked, sharing a flood of information with each other, all at once. Whatever we needed the other to know, was known. There was no need to sit in pity. As soon as the scars had faded, we went back to our daily lives. Well… all of us but one.
Tyson was different after that day. He stopped talking altogether. Every time someone tried to engage him in conversation, he would shut down. It was like he was living in her own little world, one where no one could reach him. The only person he ever seemed to respond to was me.
I don’t know why Tyson chose me. I wasn’t anything special. I w
