She hoped he could remember the way things used to be.

She remembered the day she’d discovered he was afraid of bees. They’d been walking out together when he’d suddenly spazzed out. He’d hopped around, yanking her arm, his messenger bag flopping about.

A strange wheezy squeak had escaped his lips, and she’d nearly fallen to the ground laughing. When she’d figured out that he was trying to save her from a malicious bee (rather badly), she'd pulled a hairbrush from her bag and swatted the thing until it finally flew away.

She hoped he wouldn’t be afraid this time.