A/N: This is a CJ/Simon fic, rated for slightly mature concepts. I wasn't sure, so I rated it high just in case. One thing I'd love advice on is whether it should be in first or third person…my sister and I were arguing about that. Please be nice; this is my first fic, and I'm not used to it yet. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
She remembered how she'd said she liked his smile and she knew she'd never see it again and she cried.
She remembered how he said if she was dead, then so was he, and she knew she was alive and she cried.
She remembered how he'd offered to steady her shoulders at the gun range and she knew she'd shrugged him off and she cried.
She remembered how he'd told her he was at Rosslyn and she knew she'd changed the subject and she cried.
She remembered how she'd emphasized her age and she knew she'd never tell him how old she was and she cried.
She remembered how he'd taken her spark plug and she knew he still had it and she cried.
She remembered how she'd wanted to kiss him that night and she knew she hadn't and she cried.
She remembered how he'd looked when he told her about the new e-mail and she knew it hadn't just been his job and she cried.
She remembered how Ron Butterfield hadn't hugged her and she knew Simon wouldn't have either and she cried.
She remembered how he'd said she could eat a grapefruit and she knew she hated grapefruit and she cried.
She remembered how he'd said her name and she knew he'd only done it once and she cried.
She remembered how he'd said it was all over and she knew it had only been 3 and ½ hours and she cried.
She remembered how she'd almost convinced him not to come and she knew he'd come anyway and she cried.
She remembered how she'd hated him and she knew she didn't anymore and she felt herself break and she sat on the curb and she cried and she cried and she cried.
