"You just don't get it." I put on a mysterious air. "I had a dream—the college entrance exam's coming back soon. And when it does, college graduates are going to be the ones everyone fights over."
"Oh, come on!" Stella didn't buy it. She grabbed my textbook and started fanning herself with it. "You're better off gossiping with me. Weren't you all over Nathaniel before? Running to his place every day. Now you never go. Do you know something?"
Know something? Of course I did.
Looking into Stella's curious eyes, I wanted so badly to tell her the truth:
Because Nathaniel had come back with his memories too.
In our last life, Vivian Bennett was his white moonlight—the untouchable ideal he never got over.
How many nights did he refuse to come to bed because he was too busy writing love letters to Vivian?
All that raw, desperate longing—he'd leave the pages scattered across the desk for me to gather up one by one and put away in a box set aside just for them.
He assumed I was too simple to understand his feelings, too stupid to read the devotion on those pages, so he never once bothered hiding how far he'd crossed the line.
He loved Vivian Bennett. He loved the moon he could never have.