Carlisle sat in his office at the hospital on a quiet night, not thinking or worrying about his family, but thinking about her. On very rare occasions, such as that night, he gave in, and allowed a deep recess of his mind to unlock. The memories always flowed out easily, like butter. It was easy to remember her, but there was a price to pay. It always brought the pain back, and it hurt the same as it had when she'd said the words, those words. The words rang in his ears now, the words he wished he'd never heard, the words he wished she'd never spoke. "Forget me." If only she had a clue that he hadn't forgotten her; that he'd just locked her away for rainy nights alone, rainy nights like that night. He took his set of keys off the desk, the shiny metal glittering in the fluorescent light as his fingers found the small key he wanted, the metal cool between them. He licked his lips slowly as he shoved the key into the large bottom drawer of his desk, listening to the satisfying clink as it unlocked. He sat the keys on the desk, pulling the drawer open slowly. He lifted the files he'd kept for late night reading, sitting them on top of the desk, too, his eyes landing on the dark brown photo frame that was laying face down in the very back of the drawer, hidden. He wrapped his fingers around it slowly, carefully, not shutting the drawer. He turned it over, running his fingers over the polished wood of the frame softly, his eyes stuck on the face in the photo he'd ran across after opening a lone envelope from a pile of business mail with no return address that he'd not been expecting over 20 years ago. The face that stared back at him was the face that would forever haunt him, Elizabeth's face. Her complexion was ivory and flawless, her blonde hair was to her shoulders, framing her face heart-shaped, her eyes a mix between a light grey and azure blue, her nose was perfect, symmetrical, and her full lips turned up in a smirk. She was sitting, leaning back against a blue wall, a leg pulled up, her hands clasped under her thigh. His eyes lingered on the photograph for a moment longer as he let his mind wander to what would have been, to what could have been, to what would never be. He saw himself on some hillside, the rolling hills around him endless, almost as everlasting as his love for her. There she was, running toward him, her blonde hair blowing lightly in the wind, her ankle length skirt fluttering too, her skin glowing. He embraced her, holding her to him, her form molded perfectly against his as her warm lips brushed over his cool skin, only pulling him closer to her. "I love you." She whispered in his ear, pulling away from him slowly, staring straight into his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I love you too." He whispered aloud, his daydream fading almost as quickly as it'd came, a loud rap ringing through his office as someone banged on the door. He sighed, loudly, shoving the picture back into the dark corner of his desk drawer carefully, piling the files on top of it again as he locked her away again, remorsefully. He pushed the drawer shut quietly, standing from his chair as he grabbed the keys from the desk, dropping them into the pocket of his white pocket gently. He opened his office door, putting a slight smile on for one of the newer nurses. "We have a patient in the ER." She said, her voice hasty, and he nodded calmly, following her as his mind strayed once more to Elizabeth's face, her gorgeous face on the hillside in the sun, alone with him.