NICO'S POV:
I remember her very, very clearly, because she is not someone easily forgettable. We used to be friends - in days when we used to use glue-sticks to paste things, and chalk to draw, and we collected stickers; in days when we used to laugh and get in trouble in class, when we used to whisper secrets to each other, when we were friends. Sometimes people grow up and they forget each other, they drift apart so far that they cannot remember the other's name. That is not what happened with us.
ALLYSON'S POV:
I remember his sideways smile, his raven black hair, and his eyes that twinkled in all of their glory - somehow shifting between brown so dark it was almost black, and a light hazel depending on his mood - eyes that showed every ounce of emotion that he felt. I remember his hands, clumsy and shaky - the hands of a child. I will never be able to forget his knack of getting teachers to hate him, and his knack of doing the opposite to me. He was my best friend. Time drove a wedge between us, so much so that it is now hard to picture his face. So much so, that when I hear his name, he is a figment of my memory, not the childhood friend I once loved. We both grew up, him probably more than me in some ways, always keeping a tender place for each other in our hearts and minds, but slowly forgetting pieces of each other through the years. Then, by a chance of fate, our paths crossed again.