"Where is she?" he asked. Conor hung his head. Ice cream wasn't the same without her. Conor and Evan sat on the tree, stiff and akward without their friend. The sun seemed dimmer, the water lacking it's usual sparkle. Evan held up Aqua's melted ice cream to Conor: "You want it?". Conor shook his head, his own ice cream had tasted slightly bitter. Evan dropped the ice cream in the pool, the white, creamy mixture dying the pond. Conor couldn't bare the silence anymore: He leapt to his feet,and said: "I guess, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" Evan merely nodded. "Well, goodbye then".