A/N: i do my best trying to spot mistakes before posting but it's very common that one or two slip through. i'd like to apologize for any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors that this chapter might contain.

*Jinsol's POV*

  I'm still standing there long after the sound of Jungeun's footsteps have disappeared, indicating she, too, is gone. With heavy steps, I trudge to my dorm, feeling beyond confused and a little unsure. Did I do something to upset her? I want to ask but maybe it's best to give her some space. The last thing I want is to everything up. I don't even realize I'm texting Kevin about what just happened until my finger is hovering over the send button. I let out the breath I've been holding and press the button, sending it without another thought.

  . Kevin, I think I did something wrong.

  A few seconds later, my phone vibrates.

  What happened?

                                                                                                                                                   Jungeun was driving me back and she started saying some weird things.                                                                                                                                                                                I tried to reassure her and she ran away from me.

  She just ran away?

                                                                                                                                                           She said something and when I started to respond she turned                                                                                                                                                                                                         and took off.

  Damn. I wish I could do more to help you.

  We could hang out tomorrow if you'd like. You can

  get everything off your chest

                                                                                                                                                                                Yeah, that'd be nice! Just tell me where and I'll be there

  Okay, will do!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Thanks for listening, Kevin 

  It's my pleasure, Jinsol :)

  Putting my phone in my pocket, I let out a defeated sigh. I thought today had gone better than I expected and then this happens. The more I think about it, it sounds like Jungeun has her own inner conflicts. Still, her words echo in my head, making me feel as if I'm at fault. "You make this so hard for me." I thought we were good, that we were friends, that I wasn't being a burden. She's always acted normal around me—even when she did or said questionable things—but I guess she felt different internally. Is it possible that how she acted around me was nothing but a front?

  Does she hate me? Will she talk to me ever again? I really hope she does because just thinking about never talking to her makes my chest hurt. Jungeun makes my life so much more interesting even if it feels like I might combust whenever I'm near her, or when she looks at me with that smile of hers—

  I set aside my jumbled thoughts, pushing them into the back of my mind. I can deal with them later, right now I need to get back to Jiwoo. I grab my keys from my other pocket and jingle them in my hand. When I round the corner, my pace slows as I notice that someone is standing outside our door, looking hesitant to knock. I squint (as if it'll sharpen my eyes) and stop completely. It looks like someone I've been successfully—and painfully—avoiding for two weeks. It's definitely—

  "Jinsol," she says in a quiet voice. I've known her for a while and she's said my name with so many different tones, but I've never heard this one. And I don't like it. She says it like it hurts. Have we been reduced to less than strangers?

  "Sooyoung," I say, my voice starting to strain. I clear my throat, "Why are you here?"

  "I wanted to talk to Jiwoo," she admits. She glances at me nervously before saying, "Maybe I should go."

  "No."

  "What?"

  "No, you can come in," I say, approaching her carefully. "We all need to talk."

  My hands are shaking when I unlock the door, I'm sure she notices it, but it's the least of my worries right now. I've been making up scenarios in my head about the conversation that is about to unfold but that doesn't make it any less scary. I didn't expect it to happen like this.

  Jiwoo is sprawled on her bed, reading a book. She turns toward the opening door, immediately chirping out, "Hey, Jinsol."

  "Hey," I respond, almost wincing when I see how she blanches at the sight of Sooyoung's face. "We...we need to talk."

  She nods stiffly, placing down her book beside her. I sit on the corner of my bed, watching Sooyoung stand near the door, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Normally, she would sit on Jiwoo's bed with her legs draped over her lap. I guess nothing about this is normal though.

  I clap my hands awkwardly, "So, what should we talk about first?"

  "Why haven't we talked in two weeks?" Sooyoung asks in milliseconds. She sounds broken and I ing hate it.

  "Because none of us know how to confront the other two," Jiwoo says and I'm slightly surprised that she even spoke up.

  "Why?" Sooyoung asks, barely above a whisper.

  "We like to convince ourselves that distance is a solution," I answer. "We like to convince ourselves that avoidance means avoidance of any more pain. If we didn't talk, it wouldn't hurt, right? I guess that's where we were wrong. Time heals but these past two weeks have gone by slower than usual."

  "You're telling me," Jiwoo mumbles.

  "Why are we mad at each other?" Sooyoung asks. "Did I do something? Tell me how to fix the mess I made, please."

  I turn to Jiwoo because I don't think she'd like me to speak on her behalf. She looks up, meeting my eyes, looking completely conflicted. I try to shoot her a reassuring look, to tell her it's okay. After a few seconds, she gives a slight nod.

  "That night we got drunk changed some things," Jiwoo says.

  Sooyoung nods. "I know it did, but I didn't think it changed that much."

  I drop my head in shame, too guilty to look at her, "I'm sorry about kicking you out after Jiwoo left."

  Hesitantly, I lift my head and when she catches my eye, she says, "It's fine, I understand that you were feeling stressed. All is forgiven."

  I still feel like an but I swallow back any disagreements. I shake my head, "I'm sorry about not telling you two about the whole make-out session when you woke up."

  The atmosphere in the room grows even tenser at the mention of the thing that they've both been avoiding to talk about. It's obvious how quickly they stiffen, becoming more uncomfortable, yet they nod nonetheless, saying they're not upset about it.

  "The kisses—" Sooyoung starts.

  "—Can we forget about all that?" Jiwoo asks, cutting her off.

  Huh?

  Sooyoung eyes widen and I'm certain that I look the same as she does. Jiwoo bites her lip nervously, fiddling with her hands in her lap. Her eyes are glossy, beginning to well up with tears. From the way she's shaking all over, I can tell she doesn't mean it. She doesn't want to pretend it never happened but she's doing it anyway. I want to object, to insist it's a terrible idea. But it's not my decision. 

  "Are you sure?" Sooyoung asks, her voice steady even though a tear threatens to trickle down her cheek.

  Fear is controlling. It's the voice in the back of your head that insists you play it safe, rather than taking a risk to see the outcome. It makes it seem as if the cons outweigh the pros. It persuades you to lie or keep your mouth shut rather than tell the truth. Fear is what makes Jiwoo say, "Yes, I'm sure."

  And a mixture of fear and what Sooyoung thinks is rejection is what makes her answer with, "Okay, that night never happened."

  But fear is what causes the instant look of regret on both of their faces. It's what causes something behind Jiwoo's teary eyes to break. It's what causes Sooyoung to break down into tears, her body racking with sobs, putting on a smile to make it seem like tears of joy. Fear is what glues my mouth shut, whispering in my ear in a disgustingly fake comforting tone that I shouldn't meddle in business that isn't mine. Fear is what makes me listen when I know I shouldn't.

  "Are we okay now? Are we friends again?" I ask, swallowing the lump in my throat.

  "We never stopped being friends," Sooyoung chokes out.

  Jiwoo wipes her eyes, "She means yes."

  I open my arms, holding them open wide enough to embrace both of them. In a matter of seconds, they're both in my arms, clutching at me desperately. They're both bawling into my shirt and it's hard not to cry. Then we're all crying for completely different reasons. I can't help but be happy that we're done avoiding each other, that we're back together. Although, even as I hug them like my life depends on it, an unpleasant thought lingers.

  The curtain is down but how long will their act of pretend go on? 

*~*~*

  Jiwoo, Sooyoung and I have gotten back into our usual routine of hanging out every day. It's a little awkward but I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel nice. Whenever I'm not hanging out with them, I'm hanging out with Kevin and Joonyoung. It was a bit weird when Joonyoung showed up one day, but Kevin said he wanted us to get to know each other more. Though it took some time to warm up to Joonyoung, and eventually trust him, I've grown fond of him. He knows the whole situation about me having a hopeless crush on Jungeun and her being oblivious to my feelings. When I told him, he ended up telling me that Jungeun met up with him in person, only to admit that although she thinks he's sweet, she doesn't have feelings for him. I floated through the rest of the day after that.

  The fall from what felt like cloud nine was hard because I haven't seen much of Jungeun in a few days. We've passed each other but only a couple of meaningless words were exchanged during every encounter. I've considered reaching out, yet I'm scared of prying and I don't want to push her away farther than she already is. Saying I simply miss her is an understatement.

  So to cope with the lack of Jungeun in my life, I've been hanging out with someone nearly every day. Yesterday, I spent the day doing work with Jiwoo and Sooyoung to pass the time. Today, I've agreed to hang out with Haseul, Kahei, Yeojin, and the other four girls. Last time we hung out together—which was three days ago—we decided to go to the arcade. The atmosphere was competitive and there were a few arguments, although they were quickly resolved. Today is special because Kevin and Joonyoung are accompanying me, as they did the last time.

  Everyone took an immediate liking to both of them. Yeojin went as far as unabashedly blurting out that they were handsome which made both of them blush, making everyone agree even more with the statement. Joonyoung had spent most of his time beside Hyejoo, Chaewon, Hyunjin, and Heejin. He turned out to be incredibly good at arcade games, earning Hyejoo and Hyunjin's respect.

  At one point, he helped Hyejoo who was struggling to win a stuffed animal for Chaewon at the claw machine. Chaewon was beyond grateful and began praising him with compliments, even going as far as hugging him out of gratitude. This didn't settle very well with Hyejoo who insisted she win a prize for Chaewon herself. With Joonyoung's encouraging words, she managed to pluck a medium-sized bear for the shorter girl with absolute ease. Somewhere along the way, Hyejoo and Joonyoung teamed up and began cleaning out the claw machines. I always thought they were rigged, but they seemed like experts, winning stuffed animal after stuffed animal. They were so good, we got kicked out because we "weren't good for their business".

  Kevin, on the other hand, talked mostly to Haseul, Kahei, Yerim, Yeojin, and I. It was cute how he managed to hold a conversation with the other girls, while still stealing glances at Joonyoung. Yerim took a particular liking to Kevin, and I understand why. They're both so similar in the way that they're literal rays of sunshine. I'm not going to jump to the conclusion that she likes him, but I've been hoping that she doesn't.

  "Kevin!" Yerim squeals, a bright smile on her face.

  "Joonyoung," Hyejoo and Hyunjin shout in unison.

  I let out a laugh. "Jeez, what about me?"

  Chaewon's face lights up and she yells out, "I missed you, Jinsol!"

  Hyejoo lets out a sigh, shaking her head, sarcastically mumbling, "Like that's not obvious."

  The blonde-haired girl puffs her cheeks out before punching Hyejoo's arm. The taller girl makes a face, rubbing her arm to act as if it hurt, which makes Chaewon smile triumphantly. Once she turns though, Hyejoo lets her hand drop to her side as a small smile curves her lips upward.

  "What's the plan?" Hyunjin asks, finally looking away from Heejin.

  "We're going to head to our house," Haseul says, looking at us for a brief moment then adds on, "Mom's been nagging me about meeting my friends."

  "Of course she has!" Yeojin says, loudly. "She's only ever seen Kahei, and that's only because you asked to take her with you when we ate dinner last time. You didn't even introduce her as your girlfriend."

  Haseul frowns, "How many times do I have to tell you? Kahei and I aren't dating."

  Yerim's eyes widen, "Wait, you aren't?"

  Haseul pinches the bridge of her nose, exhaling slowly. She's losing her patience when she calmly says, "No, we're not."

  Yeojin deflates, backing off, as she mutters, "Jeez, sorry then."

  Haseul doesn't respond anymore, instead turning around and walking in a different direction. Kahei gently tugs at her sleeve, telling her something in a hushed voice. Whatever she says seems to reduce Haseul's anger because she nods understandingly, then pulls her into a side hug. No one says anything but I catch Yeojin cracking a smile, trying to hide it behind her hand and failing. Yerim elbows her side, but she, too, has a smile on her face.

  Someone brushes against my shoulder and when I turn, I'm met with a small smile on Kevin's face. He dips his head down, whispering in my ear, "Do they like each other?"

  "I actually don't know," I answer back quietly with a shrug.

  He nods, turning back to look at Haseul and Kahei. That same smile returns, the one that he allows to tug at the corners of his mouth. His gaze shifts from them to Joonyoung who's animatedly talking to Hyunjin and Heejin about God knows what. His eyes get this kind of faraway look in them, like Joonyoung and his perfectly messy hair is all he sees. I find myself unconsciously crossing my fingers. I'm not religious but I'm praying to whoever is up there that Kevin and Joonyoung can have a happy ending.

*~*~*

  "Your mom's so nice," Joonyoung gushes.

  Kevin nods in agreement, "Yeah, she's so sweet."

  Yeojin rolls her eyes, "She's nice to you because you're a guest."

  Haseul sends her a glare. "Yeojin's still bitter about our mom refusing to let her buy a pet frog, don't mind her."

  "I'm responsible," Yeojin says, pouting her lips and crossing her arms like a 5-year-old child.

  I can't help but laugh. "I'm sure you are, kid."

  Yeojin opens to protest, only to be cut off by Yerim slapping a hand over . Yeojin struggles to pry her hand off her face and ultimately fails when Yerim doesn't budge. Hyunjin makes an entrance, her eyes fixated on her phone. 

  "Jungeun might come to hang out with us," she says, turning the phone so we can see the messages.

  My heart jumps into my throat. 

  "That's fine," Haseul says, "Tell her the front door will be unlocked."

  "Okay," Hyunjin responds, fingers flying across her phone.

  Everyone goes back to what they were previously doing, dispersing themselves throughout the house. Yerim finally pulls her hand away and a rush of words comes flooding out of Yeojin's mouth so fast that I'm surprised she's even making sense. I avert my eyes from Yeojin pelting Yerim with words, gripping the collar of her shirt and shaking her lightly, to Chaewon and Hyejoo who have made themselves comfortable on the couch in the living room. They sit beside each other, knees bumping against the other's, as they competitively—competitive is what Hyejoo and Chaewon were at the arcade, but definitely not right now—play Mario Kart. Right before I peel my eyes from them, I witness Chaewon beat Hyejoo.

  I scan the area, looking for Hyunjin and Heejin while the sound of Chaewon teasing Hyejoo fills my ears. Hyunjin left to assist Yeojin's mom with dinner, and if I'm remembering correctly, Heejin followed her. It's been quite a while now, shouldn't they be back?

  I shuffle into the kitchen, nervously asking, "Uh, have you seen Hyunjin and Heejin?"

  Yeojin's mom turns her attention from the food to me. "I believe they went upstairs."

  "Oh okay. Thank you!" I politely say with a smile.

  I'm heading toward the stairs when her voice stops me. "What's your name, dear?"

  "Jinsol," I answer, craning my neck to look at her, "I'm Haseul's friend."

  She shoots me a smile that screams 'mom'.  She is a mom, you idiot, I mentally chide. "Oh, nice to meet you then, Jinsol."

  I smile at her once more before walking up the stairs in search of the other two. I stop at the top, looking side to side in hopes of spotting them. Luckily, I do. Unfortunately, they seem to be busy. Heejin's back is pressed against a doorframe and Hyunjin is in front of her. I can't tell what they're doing because Hyunjin's not facing my direction and she's obstructing my view of Heejin.

  "Uh, guys?" I say, loud enough for them to hear but not loud enough to scare them.  Hyunjin jumps at the sound of my voice, her head snapping to look at me. Her eyes widen when she spots me, narrowing a second later. Heejin peeks her head out, falling open before she shuts it.

  "Jinsol, do you need something?" Heejin asks, eyebrows furrowed in what must be confusion.

  I shake my head. "No, I was just looking for you guys. What took you so long?"

  "I, uh, just left something in Yeojin's room," Hyunjin gestures to the room beside them, "and I had to get it."

  "Oh."

  "Yeah," Hyunjin says, an awkward tone seeping into her voice. "We can go back to the others now."

  When they walk past it, it's hard not to notice something is up with them. Hyunjin's shirt is rumpled and she tugs it down, smoothing it out. Heejin's face is flushed and her lips match the color painting her cheeks. She swipes a hand over , glancing at me with an unreadable expression. A question sits on my tongue, waiting to be asked. I swallow it. 

  People have secrets and I can respect that because don't we all?

*~*~*

  It's getting dark out when Jungeun arrives. She walks in, greeting everyone with a bright smile—even Joonyoung and Kevin. When her eyes land on me, her smile falters and it feels like something in me dies. But I smile anyway. I smile like she hasn't been avoiding me, like she hasn't been ignoring my texts, like things aren't as awkward as they truly are.

  I must be doing a damn good job at pretending like I don't miss her so much it hurts because she's the first to look away.

  I ignore the urge to walk up to her and strike a conversation, instead sitting down and watching everyone interact and have a good time. It's a feeling similar to being at a party that you don't want to be at anymore. Except, they're my friends—Jungeun included—and I'm not going to ditch them.

  The house is filled with high-pitched squeals, unnecessary bickering, and too-loud-laughter. The squeals are coming directly from Yeojin and Yerim who are getting scolded by Haseul to be quieter. The unnecessary bickering is coming from Hyejoo and Chaewon, the former declaring that Chaewon's win in Mario Kart was nothing but "pure luck". The laughter is a combination of Heejin's giggling as Hyunjin tickles her, and Kevin's overexaggerated laughter at something Joonyoung said. It's a whirlwind of completely different sounds that somehow melt into something that sounds like music to my ears, putting me at ease.

  Everything is going as good as it possibly can.

  That is until Chaewon wanders off to another room and Hyejoo's happy demeanor vanishes. Yerim spots this and approaches her, rubbing her back to comfort her, yet refraining from asking what's wrong. It's Jungeun who asks, sliding onto the couch, taking a seat beside me.

  "What's up, Hyejoo? Why the face?" she asks, her words laced with genuine concern that shouldn't make my heart flutter but does.

  Hyejoo sighs. "Some boy asked me out today," she says as if it leaves a bad taste in .

  "A boy asked you out?!" Yerim shouts, eyes wide with surprise.

  Hyejoo winces, holding a hand up to her ear, "Yes, Yerim. And can you lower your voice? I'm sure everyone on the block knows now."

  A blush spreads across Yerim's face. "Sorry," she apologizes with a sheepish smile.

  "Someone asked you out?" a soft voice suddenly asks.

  Hyejoo visibly in a breath. My heartbeat which had been thundering in my chest because of Jungeun slows to a stop. Yerim and Jungeun freeze, looking at each other uneasily. No one says a word so Chaewon continues, asking, "Why didn't you tell me?"

  "Because it doesn't matter," Hyejoo says. Her voice doesn't sound sharp, cold. It holds an exasperated tone like she's grown tired of this entire conversation even though it's just begun. She's being honest.

  "But—"

  "Look, Chae, I just want to forget it happened," Hyejoo says, effectively cutting her off.

  Chaewon shrinks under Hyejoo's gaze and the latter frowns. She stands up, looking at us before pressing her lips into a thin line. "I'm gonna go," she says, and for a fleeting moment, I almost think she's leaving. Instead, she leaves the room to find some place she can be alone.

  Yerim is the first to speak up once Hyejoo's out of earshot. "I can go talk to her."

  Chaewon holds up a hand, calmly saying, "It's alright, I think I should go." She shoots a small smile before following Hyejoo's footsteps.  

  Yerim shoots us a look then wanders back to Yeojin who is busy messing with Haseul. Which leaves Jungeun and I, sitting on a couch in awkward silence. My heartbeat picks up and I can't seem to reduce it to a normal pace. I can't act normal around her, not when it feels like my heart might burst out of my chest and land in her hands.

  "Hey."

  It's three letters. One word. And God, I have missed hearing it fall from .

  "Hey," I say, still feeling awkward and so goddamn nervous.

  She inches a bit closer and there's still a noticeable gap between us, but that doesn't make me any less hyperaware. She places her hands on her knees, turning her body towards me as she asks, "How have you been?"

  "I've been..." better, I think, "good."

  She smiles. "That's good."

  "Yeah," I nod my head. "How about you?"

  Her grip on her knees tighten and her eyes drop to the floor. My heart clenches at the reaction to such a simple question. She doesn't have to say it. She hasn't been good and I can't help but want to know why. Her eyes find mine again and she says, "I've been okay."

  I want to ask her if she's been having a hard time, however, I don't want to pry. So I find myself saying, "We haven't seen much of each other, huh?"

  "Yeah...I'm sorry about that. I've been dealing with some stuff," she says, sounding detached. Like she's not beside me in Yeojin's house, instead stuck in her head.

  I wave my hand as if it's no big deal (it is), brushing it off with, "It's alright, you don't have to apologize."

  She surprises me when she takes my hand in hers. "It's not alright, Jinsol. Don't act like it is."

  I stare at her blankly. "How do you want me to act?" I question, that same wave of confusion from the night she ran away from me coming back for another round. She's doing that thing where she messes with my head, making it impossible to think properly.

  "Act as you feel," she says, her grip on my hand tightening. "Act upset, sad, bothered. Just please don't look at me with that smile and pretend it's okay."

  I tear my attention from her, glancing around the room. Nearly everyone is occupied or distracted, but Kevin, Joonyoung, and Yeojin are watching us with almost concerned looks. I turn back to Jungeun, pulling her to her feet to drag her to another room—preferably where no one will be watching us with curious eyes.

  Once I find a place appropriate enough, I let go of Jungeun's hand. I'm not sure I can hold it any longer without going into cardiac arrest because her hands are so soft—"I'm not mad at you," I tell her.

  "You aren't?" she asks incredulously.

  I shake my head, repeating, "I'm not mad at you."

  She stares at me, scanning my face for any hidden emotions. After some time she asks, "Shouldn't you be?"

  I laugh. "I should," a pause, "but I'm not."

  The words must finally sink in because she deflates, a look of pure relief making its way onto her face. Still, she asks, "You don't hate me?"

  No. Never.

  I tilt her chin up with my index finger. "No, of course not," I answer, my voice sounding impossibly gentle. "Jungeun, I can't hate you. I couldn't ever hate you."

  I think I'm falling in love with you.

  "Jinsol," she murmurs, her warm breath hitting my lips. When did she get so close?

  "Huh?" I ask, leaning in closer. She's so close I can see the pink dusting her cheeks and count her eyelashes. 

  So close...

  She pushes me back to create some distance between us. "Uh, sorry about that."

  "It's alright," I say, swallowing back my disappointment.

  Yet so far.

  "There's this party soon and I was wondering if you wanted to go," she says, playing with a strand of her hair.

  I'm not a party person and whenever I do go to one, I spend the majority of the night in the corner of a room. A party means loud (usually terrible) music, deafening sounds, alcohol, and hot, sweaty bodies that are entirely too close. It means having to interact with people—some pleasant, some not so pleasant—and playing ty games like Truth or Dare, or Seven Minutes in Heaven as if we're still 14 years old. I have never left a party feeling happier than when I first came in. That might mean I'm biased or it might mean that I've been to terrible parties.

  Everything I've ever experienced is pushing me toward declining the offer. Except I'm curious as to what would happen if I didn't go. Is anyone else going to go with her? If I turn down the offer, will she go alone? I certainly don't want her to go alone, not when the party will be filled with a bunch of drunken idiots who don't know how to tell right from wrong even when they're sober, and who can't tell the difference between 'yes' and 'no'. 

  The answer is on the tip of my tongue, waiting to be said. The answer is 'no' and it's always been 'no' to these types of questions. But this isn't just anyone asking me, it's Jungeun. Jungeun who is absolutely breathtaking. Jungeun who ignored me for days on end. Jungeun who messes with my head. Jungeun who keeps me up at night. Jungeun who I think I'm falling for. 

  "Yeah, I'll go."

  Jungeun who is the only exception in my life.

*~*~*

  I'm on my feet, rushing out of the room at the speed of light. I think I've been doing well at keeping it together around Jungeun but it feels like my heart is hammering outside of my chest. I can still feel the ghost of her hand on my thigh and my face heats up all over again.

  I run up the stairs, practically running down the hall when I yank open the bathroom door. I stop dead in my tracks, breath catching in my throat at the sight before me. I expected to open the door and find an empty bathroom. I did not expect to fling the door open and find Hyejoo and Chaewon. More specifically, I did not expect to fling the door open and find Hyejoo and Chaewon exchanging some very heated kisses.

  I stumble back, nearly losing my footing, scrambling back into the hallway. Hyejoo and Chaewon break away, cheeks flushed and lips swollen as they watch me with wide eyes. My face grows hot as I realize their position, Hyejoo sitting on the edge of the tub supporting the weight of the smaller girl sitting on her lap.

  "I uh, sorry, sorry," I stammer. 

  "Don't tell anyone, please," Hyejoo blurts out, fear pooling into her eyes.

  I shake my head. "I won't. I promise. I'm sorry again. You can, uh, resume," I awkwardly blurt out, reaching forward to shut the door.

  With shaky legs, I return to the others, blushing for an entirely different reason. I ignore the strange looks they give me, saying very little for the rest of the night.

A/N

  i'm sorry this chapter took longer to come out than previous ones. school starts soon and i've been more than a little anxious, leading to me putting this off. let me know what you think of this chapter, especially the end (it wasn't originally planned and i'm feeling a bit unsure about it). expect another chapter soon, but a forewarning: next chapter is going to be a little angsty and a rollercoaster of emotions. your comments are greatly appreciated! :)

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