[ she still can't bring herself to agree, despite all his efforts. that scar across his chest, on the very hand he's using to hold hers so delicately, they're proof enough of a promise broken. but in that promise's ashes rises another, stronger one. at least it will be, if olivia has anything to say about it. ]
How was the cake?
[ she shifts a little along the rock they're seated on. a millimeter closer, just a touch. ]
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How was the cake?
[ she shifts a little along the rock they're seated on. a millimeter closer, just a touch. ]