**read the full story, it’s worth it** When summer ended, you cried on the flight home. Theo didn’t. At least not where anyone could see. He only handed you a folded piece of paper at the airport. For when you forget me, it read in messy handwriting. Inside was a badly sketched drawing of you standing in the fountain looking murderous. You kept it for years. And he saw you walk in the great hall his heart found its home