"Well," he starts, and then pauses, as though he's not quite sure where to begin. "We met in high school," he starts again, slowly becoming more comfortable with the idea of telling this story. "At a party thrown by one of my friends. You could say we hit it off." He grins a little bit at the memory of that evening. "Anyway, we were fairly serious by graduation. She was a year behind me, though." His hand begins lightly stroking Mohan's back as he tries to distract himself from the memories threatening to sweep him away. "I came to school here, and she was supposed to follow the next year. She didn't get in." He swallows; he knows what's coming next, and he doesn't really want to re-live it, but he presses on. "She said that if I went back it would be proof that I didn't really love her, and that she didn't want to live without love. I thought she was exaggerating... You know, being manipulative. I said we could move into an apartment together. She hated that idea." He leans forward, pressing his cheek against Mohan's hair. "So I told her we'd work it out at Thanksgiving, and went back. I got an apartment anyway, just in case she changed her mind, you know?" He pauses to wipe his nose on his sleeve before whispering, "They found her hanging from the ceiling fan in her room." He stops, unable to continue.<br/><br/>Umm, sorry about that. :-[