Within ten minutes I find myself back in the basement, staring at Hyde's bedroom door. Mouth dry and hands shaking, I reach up to knock, then stop myself. I think of earlier that night:
"It's always been you."
Hyde saying my name. Hyde's intensely blue, apprehensive eyes as he leans in to kiss me. His hands in my hair, his chest pressing against mine.
For me, I realize, it's always been him.
I'm thinking of nothing but his face as I reach out and open the door.