Once a year, she comes alone to this establishment filled with loud Irishmen and bawdy music. Once a year, she sits alone over a stout of green Guinness and lets herself remember. She remembers him, remembers the emotions he made her feel, unlike any she's felt before or since. She remembers the vibrations that seared through her every time they touched, the way she always wanted to hear more of his laughter, the way he made her laugh . . . But she also remembers the way he made her cry, how he hurt her when he walked away, and always leaves alone.

The End