"You're scared of the way I make you feel because you don't want to feel anything." -Maya Banks As we pulled up to the house I knew all too well, our old house sitting just next to it, I couldn't help but feel nostalgic. This place brought back so many memories, it seemed impossible not to feel a certain type of a way. I could feel Luke's gaze on me, and surely enough, when I turned my head, he was looking at me with the most concerned expression I had seen in a while. Before he could even ask, I smiled at him, possibly with the weakest smile I could physically muster up, but, hey, it was still something: "do you guys want to wait outside the car? I need a second." They looked at each other for a little too long before nodding and getting out of the car. I breathed slowly, trying to

