It's just so funny that the way he teases,

Breaks me into itty bitty pieces

Cammie shouldn't have cared. This wasn't the first time. But this time had been different. It wasn't like with Josh, where she'd had to put up so many fronts to appear normal. This time, he'd known the real Cammie, the unsure, spy one.

"And I thought, where there's one Gallagher Girl, there are usually others," Zach said, flashing her his signature smirk. Cammie, at a loss for what to say, had replied, "We're like smoke and fire that way."

"Yeah, something like that." Cammie shouldn't shake the memory. She couldn't have misread what he meant: he'd come there to see her. Right? In London he'd proved faithful, too, trailing her across to a whole new continent.

"You look cold."

"Well, see, I had a jacket, but I gave it to some girl," Zach told her. Cammie played along.

"Not a smart choice." Zach shrugged.

"It looked better on her, anyway," he confided. Cammie shook her head, forcing herself to stop. She couldn't go on like this, pining after something that was over now. It'd been a month and she hadn't heard anything. She resolved to stay strong. Cammie would do anything it took to forget anything ever happened, to forget him.

And I know that no good thing lasts forever,

But somehow I hoped we'd stay together.

Bex opened her suitcase to find Grant smiling up at her, his arm around her. They'd taken that picture on her birthday, and he'd presented the picture frame to her later. It was stylish, and pretty, but not in the dainty way. The sharp angled and sleek design screamed sophistication, and a don't-mess-with-me attitude. "Like you," Grant said when he gave it to her.

He's gone now, but Bex couldn't bring herself to throw away the only reminder of what they used to be. He still lingers, the way the scent of laundry does on clothes even days after you take them out of the wash. Instead, Bex slipped her hand under the photo frame and lifted it out. She set it on her drawer, but face down.

So many of my feelings you've already seen,

But I don't want you saying things you don't really mean.

Cammie laid staring up at the ceiling.

"Promise me something, Gallagher Girl," he said. She didn't. How could she promise anything, with the Circle on her heels?

"I'll try." She would try, she really would.

"Stay out of trouble," Zach told her firmly. He pressed a kiss on her forehead, then turned and ducked into the forest, becoming absorbed by the trees. For a heartbeat, Cammie considered following him. She discarded the idea. Where would they go? Leaving everything behind wouldn't solve anyone's problems.

All Cammie had left of him was his jacket and a note: Be careful. –Z She pressed the jacket to her nose, but it just smelled like her. She'd had it for too long. She'd give up both his jacket and the note if she could see him again, in person.

I'd say sorry, but, because of pride

All my tears I'll just keep inside.

Liz kept her email open every time she turned on the computer. Finally, Jonas logged on. His icon glowed green, and Liz was tempted to start a conversation. She restrained herself. No, she would be strong, she promised herself.

Her mouse hovered over his name, but Liz pulled her arm away. Five minutes later, Jonas logged off, without a word. Liz sighed. Ignoring him was proving harder than she'd thought.

Needless to say, winter at Gallagher was a long one.