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Gertrude Yorkes was at a little playground she used to go to as a kid by the base. She swung on the swings as she thought about everything that had happened. Alex being the mole and betraying them and Chase kissing her. Everything was tiring her and she needed a break. Tears carefully fell from her eyes bypassing her mask and for once she let them fall.
"Why me? He could have anyone like Karolina, Nico, or Molly. Why did he choose me? I'm not what a guy like him usually looks for. Why did Alex have to betray us? He used us, he used Nico." Gert said to herself. She felt someone place a hand on her shoulder and turned to find Chase swinging her.
"What are you doing?" She asked him wiping her tears.
"You know it's midnight right?" He asked her back.
"Did you hear what I said?" Gert asked him carefully. He nodded and she sighed.
"You used to not be the one I crushed on. You weren't even the type. You were smart, funny, realistic. You may not be what I used to look for, but your the one I love Gert. What do I have to do to prove it to you?" Chase asked her practically pleading.
"I don't know Chase. I'm scared alright. I've never felt love or even been liked. It's all new to me."
"I've never felt love either. Not until now. You know before we found out and ran away my parents never cared. My dad, he...he used to hit me. The last time was the day we learned and it was in the gut. I really think this is real though Gert. I love you." Chase explained to her.
"Oh my god Chase, why didn't you tell anyone he hit you? That's abuse, he could have gone to jail."
"He would have gotten out anyway. That's not the point. The point is I love you."
"Chase, I think I love you too." Gert turned around, Chase holding the swing, and kissed him full on the lips.