He blinked slowly and said.

"What are you doing?"

She smiled and leaned in closer.

"I'm making sure that you never forget me."

Oh, but I want you.

I want you bad.

Yearbooking.

Justin gave me back my yearbook insert this morning, and he'd filled up over half a page.

I sat there, reading what he wrote me in cluster, and I swear I almost started to cry.

I don't even know what I'm going to do on Monday. I'm going to miss him so much.

It's been a few days.

And all I can think about is how anyone could resist you.

Maybe when you're older.

I'll consider it.

When you wake up.

And realize that you left your childhood behind, I hope you gain more than just a year of your life.

Happy eighteenth, Hansol.

And this ocean.

Is drowning him.