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She jumped up. "It stopped. It stopped! His heart- You need to help- Please, God, help him!"
Francis went to the door. "You're wrong. I don't want to talk because I know Poppy would never do this. I'm starting to think you only want to hurt."
She nodded. "Totes. It's my best advice."
She stared into nothingness, her expression still worried as she listened.
Francis seemed irritated, standing up. "Dont say that. I know she won't. She wouldn't do that. I don't want to talk about this."
She chuckled. "Only joking. Do what you think is best?"
Her fingers grasped his shirt, and she took deep breaths, just silently listening to his heartbeat.
"Vivienne hurt me," he said lowly. "Poppy isn't like that."
"They're still young," she said. "They'll learn to be disappointed with the world in high school!"
She took quick breaths, eventually calming down. She still hid her face, wiping away the tears that fell.
"Vivienne was the only other one," he replied sharply. "She wasn't good. Poppy is the only one.. I don't want to talk about this."
Callie tapped her chin. "Maybe. Maybe they don't have any motivation?"
She shook, covering her face with her hands. "It's not okay! It's not.."
Francis was quiet. "I know I don't deserve her. She's.. too good for me. I know. I also know that this is a good choice, okay? I'd rather not...
She laughed. "I guess that will teach them to do so next time, huh?"
She covered her mouth, crying slightly now as she leaned down and kiss his cheek. "Please don't die."
Francis sat down on a step, his hand gripping the railing. "And why does history have to do anything with this? History is the past. It shouldn't...
"Don't I?" she asked playfully, leaning back on a desk. "Bad?"
She looked down at him with furrowed brows. "Don't say that now.."
"Do you think we'll regret this?"
