Ivy doesn’t look at him. “So you agree we rushed into it? Exactly, we were [i]fifteen[/i]. What did we know about love?” She swallows thickly, knowing full well that she was lying. It’s been four years, and, even if she didn’t remember him, a part of her always ached, longed, for a certain lover. Four years of relationships ended because they just didn’t feel [i]right[/i], didn’t feel like [i]this[/i]. She urges herself to get a grip, if he’d truly loved her, didn’t they promise each other that they’d do everything and anything for the other to be happy? She’d never admit it, especially to him, but those four years without him was like living in Tartarus without knowing what she was being punished for. It was like living in the dark and being oblivious to it, and therefore being ignorant to the concept of light. 

“Okay,” Winter smiles at Kerian. Then when he tries to pull her out the door, she banks on her heels as hard as she could to try to stop him. “Shirt!” She reminds him. She lets go and gets her thin denim jacket that would be tight on him. “Will this work?”