She remembered.

(c) Michael Vigliotti

I am standing straight and proud, smiling like a happy girl would; yet I might as well be drowning. The brown eyes which used to regard me so warmly now look at me quite impassively. I wonder, do mine convey the same amount of indifference? Or am I failing at this miserably and are my emotions seen quite plainly on my face? I look away and take a deep breath, telling myself to fight this.

I glance back at my companions and silently breathe a sigh of relief. No one seems to have noticed that one minute of weakness I displayed. No one knows, but me. This is good. This shows that I can do this, that I have enough strength to get through this alone, no matter how lonesome that sounds. This is a solitary journey after all. I see those light brown eyes looking at me again and I grin, though everything else inside is hurting.