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"Head of the Response and Services branch." He crossed his arms, the movement stiff. "It's a high position, but I don't see why it would matter to...
His expression changed, though it did not become warmer. "A higher one," he said coldly, before turning to Amy with a small smile. It may have...
"Please don't leave me, Poppy." His tone seemed helpless. "If you ever loved me, don't do this."
He was quiet at first, his eyes on the ground. "I never stopped, you know, " he said lowly. "I never stopped loving you."
"Why not?" he asked, his tone a bit harsh. "I've waited this long."
His appearance didn't change much. He seemed more stern, though. His eyes unforgiving and cold, and he carried himself differently. "Tell me,...
He did without hesitation, but continued speaking. "Don't leave me again."
"Poppy, please..." was all he said. His voice was quiet, but oddly a bit different from before. Raspy.
Francis noticed, and he stood up quickly, ignoring his conversion. He immediately followed, grabbing her arm lightly as he reached her.
Francis turned his head, his eyes gazing mindlessly over the room. He didn't notice her at first, as he wasn't looking for her, and just continued...
"Uh huh," she said, not thinking much of it. "I try."
In the distance as they walked along, there would be figure sitting in a chair, their legs crossed with a glass in hand as they chatted idly to...
"What do you mean?" she asked, fiddling with a rope on the ground.
The door was open, and the room they entered was lively, and warm with chatter. People were in groups, most had a drink hand as they went about...
"If you were charmed by me, then you're probably a good person. That's what it would mean."
Francis ran his fingers through his hair as tears silently ran down his cheeks. Was she not coming back? Was this it?
"You have no charms. I am unresponsive to you, now. You have no affect on me. My charm, on the other hand, only works on good people. That's a...
Francis sat in darkness, his trembling breaths were quiet in the silent room, but to him all he could hear was the deafening pounding of his...
"Good. That's what you get for not showing me your true identity until recently," she said, smirking slightly.
Francis continued searching, desperately optimistic that he would find her. The library, observatory, main lobby, everywhere. Nothing. He turned...
