Kathryn stepped out onto the docks of the lake house. Under different light he seemed different to her. Malcom was normally quite distant and colder than the night. “Strange, isn’t it?” He asked. Her heart jumped. Despite not seeing each other in ten years they were still connected, he could still sense when she was near, when she was sad, when she was happy. After a pause she replied “what do you mean?”

Malcom replied “how the moonlight changes things, everything’s just different when its under a different light,”

She pulled the blanket over her shoulders and exhaled a thick mist “i guess,” she stepped next to him. She thought back to when the two where kids, nudging each other up and down the street, how the two would gossip about how they crushed on Garry and Melisa. Out of the corner of his eye Malcom watched as Kathryn shook and twitched and rubbed her arms. “Cold?”

“No!” Kathryn snapped. Malcom smirked. “What?”

“Nothing, just... you haven’t changed much,” he looked at her “you still cant admit when somethings wrong,” he smirked again before wrapping his arms around her and hiding her under his gown.

“Maybe your right,” she said “things do feel different under the moonlight,”

“How much do you remember about high school,?” He asked.

“Not much about school, quite a lot about other stuff during high school,” she looked up at him “i remember us arguing architecture, about Melisa...,”

“We did more than argue about Melisa,” he said looking down on her “got! You hated her!”

“I didn’t hate her,” she insisted, Malcom simply starred at her, “what!? I didn’t hate her... i hated that you liked her,”

Malcom looked her with a mixture of regret and realisation “i used to have the biggest crush on you, it was bad, everyday we’ed talk, all day we’ed talk ad the hole time i was thinking ‘what if i just told her now?’ But i never did,”

“Used to?” She asked.

“Yeah, used to,”

“I don’ believe you,” she replied. Malcom squinted at her “I don’t, its just...the way you talk. I don’t remember much bu I remember you weren’t good at much other than twisting your own words, at telling people things without actually telling people,”

“What are you on about?” He asked, faking confusion.

“You like to hide messages in your conversations,” he said “like now when you say ‘What if i just told her?’ Your not talking about you years ago your talking about you now,” Malcom couldn’t talk, his tongue was permanently stuck to the roof of his mouth. He tore his tongue free “i don’t know what your implying,”

“Yeah right,” she replied “In case you were wondering... if you had asked me... I would have told you i loved you-,” Malcom span on his heels and leaned in to kiss her. Their lips met and their eyes shut.