"Ash, I'm Elaine..."

A vision floated through my mind: a little girl with pigtail buns and chubby cheeks, calling out sweetly to a quiet boy.

The boy was standoffish, barely speaking.

Suddenly, I became that little girl, and Ashton morphed into that boy. I was riding piggyback.

"Ash, you smell nice."

"Ash, there's a tiny black mole on your neck. Let me get it."

"Mae, quit pinching. That hurts."

"Mae, ...