“Just — memories.” She shook her head, dislodging a hair clip. “You don’t need me to load you down with all that.” One hand untangled the clip from the knots of hair, spilling it down over her shoulder.
[ ❧ ─ “Summer, if you listened to all of my problems then I can listen to yours. If you want to talk about it, that is. I wouldn’t want to push.”
She chuckled, a little sadly. “It really is just that, memories. I see so far into other people, it’s hard to remind myself that others don’t see what I see. And you guys … make me feel old.”