"if you love something, set it free. if it comes back, it's yours. if not, it never was."
- Richard Bach
Six months. That was how long it had been since she even thought about him. Sure, she cried for a good week or two, but she somehow managed to push him to the back of her mind. But now that she was packing up her room to go to Yale, all Dannon could do was stare at the leather jacket that was draped over the back of her desk chair.
A/N: THIS STORY HAS BEEN REMOVED DUE TO PLAGIARISM.