[ And down the stairs she goes, once she finally finds the yellow diary she's hidden away from her room. It's still in the bag, actually, smelling brand new, and she takes it with her--quickly spotting him sitting on the sofa.
...it's strange, really, to see him without the scarf on, and she certainly notices the scar, though she doesn't ask about anything just yet.
She just sits down next to him, the bag in her hand...searching for something meaningful to say. ]
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...it's strange, really, to see him without the scarf on, and she certainly notices the scar, though she doesn't ask about anything just yet.
She just sits down next to him, the bag in her hand...searching for something meaningful to say. ]