The moment her lips pressed to his, she knew it was wrong. And selfish. But for a selfish moment, she kissed him and he kissed her and it was almost like it was real when his hands rested on her hips. Then reality slapped her in the face and she pulled away, feeling even worse than she did before, if it was possible. She mumbled an apology before she could muster-- "Welcome home, Robert Leckie."

And with one last look, she took her basket and rushed across the street to her house before she completely lost it. Once she was through the door and it was closed behind her, she'd be able to fall to the ground and cry until she couldn't cry anymore, until she had no more tears left. Because even though he was alive, he wasn't hers anymore, he wasn't Robert Leckie, he was just the boy with curly hair and a charming smile that lived across the street all over again.