When his eyes met mine, I forgot to breathe.
He took a deep breath, almost like a sigh. Seeing his troubled expression, my own face must have mirrored his. I shared his feelings now more than ever; there was a genuine bond between us.
"Do you know when Aiden’s birthday is?" he asked. I shook my head. I had asked him once, but he never celebrated it and never told me the date. Later, when he mentioned that his mother had died giving birth to him, I understood why and never brought it up again.
"Was your high school prom on May 18th?" he asked next, and I couldn’t figure out where he was going with this. It had been six years since the prom, an event too far in the past to remember normally, but that day had been so unusual that I never forgot the date.
I nodded. The haze in Lucian’s ey
