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She looked up at him, her eyes widened instinctively at the sudden movement and her arms tensing. The moment passed quickly though, and she looked...
She hesitated, her fingers curling in his shirt gently. “She’s not smarter than you,” she told him gently, kissing the corner of his mouth. “But...
She frowned, leaning back to look at him. “Why?”
She sighed, burying her head in his shoulder. “We need to plan,” she said hopelessly.
He sighed, his shoulders slumping. “Okay. When do we go?” “Now,” she said brightly.
“Do you think that’s enough?” she asked quietly , slipping into bed next to him.
He looked down at her before looking up at Alyssa. “A whole month?” “Yes,” she replied sternly. “You can do that.”
She couldn’t seem to make eye contact with him. “Then we need to come up with something.”
His back was to them and his shoulders were hunched. Alyssa spoke up. “I know this sucks. But the sooner it’s started the sooner it can end.”
“You don’t know that,” she replied sternly. “We need to come up with a plan in case she gets you again, because...” She faltered, looking down at...
“Today,” Alyssa conformed.
She squinted before standing. “Fine. It’s today. I just got reimbursed for my last semester, so we’re going to go out and look for apartments.”
“But what if you forget again, Abel? What do I do then?” She looked up at him, looking worried. “What do I do?”
She looked between the two of them. “So... when are we separating?”
She looked down at their hands for a moment, her pointer finger brushing his palm. “I know you are,” she said quietly. “I know. I just... I’m...
“No. I just want to get into the classes, you know?”
She cupped his hand in both of hers worriedly, watching him nervously. “She can’t have thought that it would wear off, Abes. For some reason, she...
She laughed a little, sitting on the counter. “I don’t like student life *squee!*,” she said with a shrug. “I like to find my place authentically,...
She hesitated, watching him in utter adoration, her brow furrowed with worry. “Do you... do you remember how she did it?”
“It was fine. I got the tour,” she said with a shrug.
