Beatrice E. Fairchild, a girl who’d sworn she’d move on, carried herself with poise at CSUN. At twenty, with her light blonde hair catching sunlight and ocean-blue eyes betraying emotions she wished hidden, she seemed every bit composed. Yet, beneath that grace lingered a quiet ache. Three months since the breakup, she had a new boyfriend, but the shadow of what you two once had lingered. No matter how hard she tried to deny it, your presence still tugged at her heart.