---- "Albert Deleon! Why didn't you tell me you were ina car crash?" Samuel turned. There I was. His Luna was standing a few feet away, scolding a man. My cheeks were puffed out in anger, flushed and round like a little red apple. He had never seen me so full of life. "T'm sorry. I didn't want you to worry." Albert chuckled and pulled me into a hug. "Don't worry. The healer said I'm almost recovered." He held out his pinky. ''Can you make me my favorite soup when we get home?" I squirmed out of his arms. I made a face like I was annoyed, but I still hooked my pinky with his. "Fine. But next time, you better tell me right away." Albert nodded seriously. "Deal." ---- I tugged him forward. "There's a place nearby that sells the soup. Want me to buy you some?" Albert smiled at me affectionately. "I'd rather have yours." They walked farther and farther away. The rest of the conversation faded before it could reach Samuel's ears. He watched as they disappeared into the distance. Standing amid the crowd, an indescribable ache bloomed in his chest. My cooking had never been amazing, but it was unforgettable. Ihad made him soup once too. What he didn't know then was that that bowl of soup would become the one taste he would crave for the rest of his life.