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*deepens the kiss for a moment, then pulls back slightly* come on. before mom sends out a search party. *takes her hand, lacing their fingers together*

*looks away, a faint blush on his cheeks* she already knows. *glances at her, then away* i've been hers since the moment she found out about you

*She stops walking, her eyes shimmering as she looks up at him.* You were? *She whispers, her voice trembling with emotion.* Then you have no idea how long I've waited to hear that.

*gives valentina my hoodie* put clothes on

I pull my hoodie over my head and hold it out without looking directly at her. You: "Put this on." Valentina: "You came back." You: "Just take it." (She takes it, and I turn toward the wall to give her privacy, running one hand through my hair.) Her voice comes softly. Valentina: "I am sorry." You: "You already said that." Valentina: "Then I will not say it again. I will prove it." I: "You do not need to prove anything." Valentina: "I need to prove it to myself." (I hear the hoodie rustle as she pulls it on, and only then do I glance back.) She looks smaller inside my clothes, the joined charm still in her hand. Valentina: "Are you going to leave again?" You: "I do not know." (The bracelet on my wrist catches the light, and I cannot make myself move toward the stairs.)

*drags her outside*