I looked into those beautiful blue eyes that made my stomach flutter when I was a young sixteen year old. All the memories of Bradyn flushed through my head. I stood up straight, as well as Bradyn. He tried to smile, but I could tell it was hard for him. I tried too and it hurt. "How're you, Molly?" He asked looking me over, trying to see something different about me. There was a lot of things different about me. My hair...