(Penelope's POV)
When he asked the question, I went silent. "I don't think that would be good either," I said and put down the teacup.
" Why?" he asked also putting down his cup.
" You know how I feel about you. It will be best if we keep a distance between us." I said to him and stood up. Leaving him alone, I went inside my room and shut the door.
I have tried many times in these four years to forget about Graham, but it didn't work out. He was the thing that was always in my mind. Waking, sleeping, working, all the time I remembered him. When he told me not to call him, I sat in front of my phone for hours, hoping that maybe he would call me and say that it was just a prank, but that never happened.
I walked towards my cupboard and opened it. Lifting the piles of clothes, I took out a photo album. I sat on the ground and opened the album. I touched the first photo with my fingertips.
