[She didn't speak until she'd gotten control of herself again, and didn't look up until she was sure she'd stopped crying. On what was already a miserable day, the thought of having to give up all memory of her best friend--and more importantly, being told to do it by said best friend himself--was just a bit too much. But no, she'd been wrong, and that made her feel a little better again.]

I know...but it's important enough to me to find a way that won't force me to choose. If it's a solution that makes me pick between you and my family...it's not a very good solution. I'd never forgive myself. If I forgot...no, I couldn't, I just couldn't.