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Weeks have passed since I saw the game. It was too overwhelming for me, and I had a feeling that he could see me, when I hoped that being invisible would make it less uncomfortable. It's not somewhere I want to be every Friday night, so I don't go. Yeah, I still see my mother and Madge, every week religiously, but I always come on Saturdays, to prevent getting mixed up with Peeta. It seems to work fine for both of them, Mom doesn't have work and Madge's off school. It's not like I'm avoiding him, it's just that I'm keeping my space away from him. It's what I need and frankly, it's what's been keeping me going these weeks.
"So championship game's Friday," Madge hints to me while I visit. We're sitting on my bed, spending time like we used to. I give her a questioning glance. I know what she's trying to do here, but I'm not going to let it happen.
"Yeah, so?" She stops painting her nails for a second and gives me an exasperated look. I roll my eyes and continue to read the magazine Madge pushed in my face when she came into the house. She only buys magazines with Finnick Odair's face plastered on the front, and right now, he's rumored to be dating some random girl from the set of his new movie.
"That means that I want you to come with me and your mom," she pleads, her wet nails flailing all over the place. "Come on Katniss, it's been weeks since you've gone to the last game and it's the CHAMPIONSHIP. Panem vs. Capitol! It's going to be great! You have to come please?" I shake my head no, going back to the magazine, but Madge doesn't stop there. This goes on for another 5 minutes until I can't take it.
"Okay! I'll go! Good grief!" I yell angrily. Madge squeals after I agree and gives me a huge squeeze.
"I'm so excited Katniss, you don't even know! This is going to be great I swear…" I tune her out for the rest of the time. It's the same thing she said the last time. We're going to have so much fun, but I highly doubt that. She's going to scream and I'm going to sit there, chewing my nails like a nervous wreck. I really don't want to go. It's not something I look forward to going to, but Madge pleaded and it's hard to say no to her. My mother looked happy when Madge told her, so it seems that I'm the only one dreading to go to the game.
The whole town is preparing for the game. It's been the first championship we've been in years. Peeta's name is thrown around everywhere, people talking about him leading the team. The whole time I'm trying to help others, Peeta pops into my mind. It's not something that I want to think about, but he ends up there anyways. If a little girl in China hit her sister, Peeta comes up even though his presence is totally irrelevant. I haven't seen him since that last time. I've refrained myself from going to see him no matter how tempting it is. I fly a little closer to Panem, only to scold myself and go back up. I see his mother from time to time to talk, but I always choose a day he's not home or I leave before he could come back from whatever he's doing.
Elizabeth has been doing much better, but Peeta hasn't. She goes out, started tending the garden, and is even thinking about re-opening the bakery. She tries to get Peeta to acknowledge her but he ignores her and barely even says hello. It's irony, I guess. All these years she's ignored him, and now it's his turn. I always tell her that he'll come around, but now I'm not so sure. I only say that to make her feel better, when in reality it's hit or miss. And I'm betting on a miss.
"So what do you think?" Madge asks. I'm instantly brought back down to what I was doing just a few minutes before.
"I'm sorry what?" Madge huffs and rolls her eyes.
"Forget about it," she responds. She continues to paint her nails the school colors for the game. Silver and blue, not very original. She asked if I wanted my nails painted, but I opted not to. I leave home soon after, saying goodbye to my mother and my friend, before going back to my father.
"How was your day?" he asks. He has a list of people he's helped today and is logging them down. I shrug and walk into my room. It's exactly the same as the one at home, everything there. I lay on my bed, this time without the smell of acetone or Madge's soiled cottonballs on my pillows. It amazes me how it could look one way back there, and another way here. There's no ceiling though. It's just the stars that cover the night sky, shining inside my room. It's annoying how I can't change into other clothes, but this is comfortable enough. My wings retract, not like I'm flying anywhere anytime soon.
I'm happy in my state right now. There's no mess, no one to worry about, nothing to bring me to constant regret and guilt. I fall asleep right there on my bed, not bothering to move the covers off.
Annie walks in the next day, while I'm still sleeping, and doesn't hesitate to wake me up. "It's Sunrise!" I sit up suddenly, aware of my surroundings now. Annie's sitting on the edge of her bed, watching me wake up. My wings grow on my back as I yawn.
"Why are you here so early?" I ask. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and get on my feet. It's fun how angels can go barefoot all day, it's a sign of purity, like we have nothing to hide. She's basically bouncing at the end of the bed.
"I thought we could work together today?" I look at her with confusion, and she takes it the wrong way. "We don't have to, I was just wondering." I laugh at her sudden disappointment.
"No it's okay Annie, I'd love to," I reassure and she smiles. "Okay let's get started! Do you have a pencil, the one they issued you?" I shrug and point to my desk. She stands up and goes to the white desk in the corner of my room. I sit, fixing my wild hair before we tackle the day.
"Katniss is this a dandelion?" she asks. My head whips to her direction, astonished that the paper came here.
"What?" I stand up and walk over to where she is, and sure enough it's the dandelion. I'm just as surprised as she is, just wondering how this little piece of home actually showed up. "It is my dandelion." I take it from her hands and look at it. It's still the same brown thing, held on by a flimsy piece of tape.
"It must be important, since you still have it," Annie points out. I still can't believe my eyes. I'm not happy that it's here, but at the same time, I'm not angry at it either. I carefully fold it up and place it in my bag that I have for bringing around.
"Yeah it is." We walk out of my room, my father already gone for the day, so Annie and I start to get on with our duties too.
"You don't have to answer, but how long have you had that dandelion?" It's an innocent question, but I'm still raw from the month that has passed.
"For a long time," I answer. "I've had since my first day in school, when I was little. A friend gave it to me." I smile thinking about the events that happened before he gave me the dandelion. I didn't know something so common could make me so happy. Its yellow petals gave me something that I didn't know I could have, hope and love.
"That's sweet. Did that girl give it to you?" We survey around, until we see someone that needs us.
"Madge? No. It was someone else," I respond. She nods her head and turns a brown field green. She can't help but feel bad for the dying grass.
"Was it the boy?" she asks nonchalantly. I smirk, I should've known that she'd bring Peeta up again.
"Actually it was. He gave me this because everyone thought that I was weird. I had heart problems so he apologized for all of them and gave it to me as a gift. I was so happy after." Annie nods and smiles.
We continue the day in relative silence, helping a bunch of people around the world. We get all the way around, Annie bringing people good luck and fortune; while I help others do something beyond themselves. It seems to work out fine, whatever I do to make them forgive, Annie rewards them in the end. It's a good system.
As we wait, watching over people she doesn't hesitate to ask me questions about my life. I don't blame her, she's never had a real interaction with a human. "So how is Peeta now?" I was hoping she wouldn't ask this question, considering I haven't seen him in weeks and I honestly won't care.
"I don't know actually," I tell her. "I haven't bothered to see him in a while." Annie gives me the "are you kidding me?" look. I continue to watch over the others here, wherever I am, trying to change the subject desperately. Annie doesn't pick up my discomfort, and continues to pry.
"Then let's go see him," she suggests. I look at her, my eyes literally popping out of my head. If I'm already going to the game Friday, that makes me exempt from seeing him today. I have a few days to compose myself, and I don't want to see what the heck he's doing right now.
"Annie, I don't think that it's a good idea-," I start but she cuts me off by pulling my arm and flying over the clouds.
"We're going and that's final." Annie drags me to Panem and stops abruptly. "So where do we find this Peeta person?" I shrug haphazardly, checking my nails to ignore Annie's angry face.
"I don't know and I don't care," I tell her. She gives me an eye roll and places her hand on my shoulder.
"Katniss you do. It's okay that you still care about him and I would think you were crazy if you didn't." I let out a frustrated sigh and grab her hand.
"Well we should check his mother's house. They don't really have a good relationship and he probably won't be there, but it's a good start," I suggest. I lead her the way to the old bakery. Mrs. Mellark is inside, cleaning up. I guess she's actually going through with opening the bakery, and I'm proud of her for that. "Let's ask Elizabeth and see if she knows."
"Wait we're going to talk to a human!" Annie spits out with terror. You would think that she'd be okay since she's half human, but I guess not.
"Come on Annie! I'm half human and so are you so suck it up and be a man!" She puts on her brave face and we go inside the bakery. Elizabeth's hair is up in a ponytail, her hands covered in a thin layer of dust and an empty tissue box next to her. Annie reluctantly stands behind me, scared about Elizabeth.
"Hey Elizabeth," I greet. She puts her dusty rag down and looks up. Her eyes are red and so is her nose.
"Hey Katniss. How are you?" She wipes her dusty hand on her pants and gives me a squeeze.
"I'm great. Elizabeth this is my friend Annie, she's the angel of Prosperity," I introduce. Annie cautiously walks out from behind me and Elizabeth pulls her into a hug. Annie is at first shocked, then produces the hug back to her.
"It's so nice to meet you. Maybe I should keep you around for when we start the bakery," she teases. Annie laughs and agrees with her.
"So how has everything been? How's the bakery? How's Peeta?" The last part comes out more shy than I want it to. She leads us into the house and we take a seat on the small dining table.
"Everything's good. I'm getting the bakery started and hopefully it'll be open in a few months to a year. I've been getting some help from the others in town to fix it up. Peeta , on the other hand, is okay. We don't talk much and he's out all day usually. He's not happy, but he's going strong just to turn his life around, I hope." Elizabeth doesn't seem very hopeful and Peeta's just doing the exact opposite of what everyone wants him to do. I place my hand on Elizabeth's, since she's not looking so happy.
"He'll come through. From what I know about Peeta, he always comes through," I reassure, but she smiles softly.
"I don't know Katniss." She takes a tissue and wipes away her tears with it. "I've had to beg the police twice to not let him go to jail. He's eighteen, and I can't do much for him except pay off bail." Annie sits there, motionless and stunned, while I let Elizabeth cry on my shoulder.
"He'll come around," I tell her, but frankly I'm not so sure. We leave soon after, Annie giving Elizabeth the hug this time. Annie and I start our trek again to find Peeta, and I think I know exactly where he is.
I take Annie to the cemetery, where Peeta's father is buried. I told her how he died after getting sick when Peeta and I were in eighth grade. He had cancer and died in his sleep, but Peeta never seemed to get over it. Annie and I creep up on the grave spot, and sure enough he's there. Peeta's sitting under the maple tree that shades his father's grave. There are bags under his blue eyes and his hair is starting to fall into them. He looks tired and spent. Annie and I watch over from a safe distance. He has that backpack next to him, but it looks empty. In his hands are a sketchbook and a pencil. He's sketching, as usual, and staring up blankly every few seconds.
"See Annie he's just sketching, let's go," I tell her but she pulls me back. I stay behind a tree, fearing that he could see me. Dad said that people can see angels when they need it, and something tells me that Peeta needs me. Annie moves from her spot and walks over to Peeta. "Annie!"
She ignores me and keeps walking towards him. She slowly kneels next to him, keeping her hands in her lap. Peeta turns to look at her stunned, and I keep myself hidden behind the tree, peeking for only a second. Annie's talking to Peeta, who seems to be in a trance. She's smiling and her wings are shimmering. Peeta seems to look comfortable with Annie. I feel a little jealousy coming off of me, but I push it down further, letting it subside. After a few minutes, Annie gives Peeta a reassuring pat on his shoulder and walks back towards me. We ascend back into heaven just seconds after, and I press her for everything he told her.
"What did you talk to him about?" I ask anxiously. Annie shrugs and takes a seat on my bed.
"I talked about his sketching and how it was beautiful. Then he asked me if I knew the person he was sketching…" I take a seat on the floor, ready to hear what he said. Annie takes out a piece of paper and hands it to me. It's folded in fourths, with smudges on the outside. I open up the paper and I'm completely filled with shock.
It's the most beautiful picture of myself I've ever seen. It's me as an angel, the way he saw me last. A glow surrounds me and my face is turned towards the sun. The contours of the light cast a shadow on my dress that flows in the opposite direction. My hair follows the path of the wind, blowing it away. The wings are perfectly scalloped, even with the little imperfection on the left side. I take a deep breath my hand covers my mouth and I look up at Annie. "It's so beautiful Annie."
"He asked me to give this to you, so I did," Annie says. "He also asked me to tell you that he's really sorry, and he wishes he could take everything back." I'm still too engrossed in the drawing to even concentrate on what Annie's saying. I look too beautiful for myself. I look too pure to be myself, yet it all works.
"I can't even look at it anymore it's so perfect," I say out loud. I stand up and open the little book with all my treasures. I place it in-between the pages, making it stick with a piece of sticky tack. I slump onto my bed, and take a deep breath in. He still cares about me. He still thinks about me. That's all that matters right now.
On Friday, I'm still shaken up. I'm torn between running after him and staying away from him. Again, I dread the game. I can't keep my emotions for Peeta in check because he's not just white or black, he's the rainbow and I can't contain it. I decide to keep myself visible for the game, but I'll leave once I feel uncomfortable. I walk into my house, where my mother and Madge are waiting for me.
Madge is all ready for the game. She's only in silver and navy blue, her pants are blue and she's wearing a shimmery silver top. "Let's get you ready!" I roll my eyes and manage to convince Madge that I can dress myself.
I decide to put on a navy shirt on, plain and simple, the way I like it, jeans and a white sweater, which is the closest to silver I'll ever get. My hair is braided to the side and I go downstairs where my mother and Madge are waiting. I could really care less, and it's a cold December nigh, so I put on my fuzzy slippers. Mom hands me a jacket, just in case, and we head off to the game.
It's packed there, so many people are ready for the game, while I'm dreading it. My fingernails are bitten to the stub, and I am desperate to find another way to let out my anxiety. My legs shake on the bleachers. I get looks from people at school; I've been gone for weeks. They all think that I'm some big shot at a university across the country. People who I've never even talked to have come up to say hi to me, and frankly, I'm a little disgusted. Rather than saying "hi" back, I just give them a confused look.
Capitol High's red and gold colors blind me on the other side. Of course we're sworn enemies, just look at the colors. Our team comes out in a line,a nd sure enough, 58 is the first number is see. I take my jacket that my mother gave me and put it on, placing the hood on too. Madge looks at me like I'm crazy, but I play it off like I'm cold, but in fact, I'm heating up. I even think I'm sweating. I bring the hood over my eyes and try to cover my face as much as possible, leaving my eyes open. So I keep my face more downwards.
The game starts and it's neck in neck. Every time we get close, Capitol comes from right behind and scares us. Only a few touchdowns have been scored and the field goals all seem to go through. I know Madge is going to lose her voice. I can't believe that I'm not deaf yet. The whole game, my eyes are set on Peeta and only Peeta. Even when he's not on the field for defense, I can only think about him.
The Capitol team crushes us bit by bit, stealing back every point we take. They take out more and more people with dirty plays and all I can think is "Please Peeta be safe!" I can't think, I can't breathe, I can't even hear anything around me.
We're ahead by 3 points, and it's the offense that comes back on the field. Right before a play starts. Peeta is just about to throw a pass, but then is tackled by 3 other Capital team members. He stands up with the help of his teammates, limping back to the line of scrimmage. He's wincing with every step he takes. His pain. I can see it in his eyes, and it's too much. I start hyperventilating and shoot out of my seat. I start walking down the bleachers, trying to get away. Madge and my mom call after me, but I keep walking down the steps, one after another. They call and holler, but my ears shut off, blocking them out. The wind goes on full blast and my hood flies off of my head. Peeta's huddled with the team, and when he looks up for a second, his eyes meet mine. He's watching me with the same pain that I'm trying to get away from. I tear my face away from his reluctantly and run faster. The second I look back, I see Peeta moving away from his team, handing something to a smaller kid. He follows my direction as I start to walk away. I yank the hood back on and run down the last of the steps. When I look back, Peeta's taking off his helmet and getting through the field. His coaches are calling after him, but he ignores them.
I run and run and run. At some point my shoes fall off and my vision becomes so blurred, that I can't even see my hand in front of me. I find myself in the old field, the grass tickles my feet, wet with fog. It brings me back to my senses, my eyes bringing back the vision. The forest is opening to me, more inviting now than in the day, and I walk to the large boulder. I start to change immediately, getting my white dress back on, my wings and halo in place, and my feet are so bare, I love the feel of everything underneath. The light beckons me to go, to follow it back up. Just as I'm about to go, someone grabs my arm.
"Katniss," Peeta wheezes out. He's out of breath, looking at me with anguish. He stands tall, huge in his football gear, and clearly spent from the game. I'm completely shocked and wonder why he's not at the game.
"Peeta! Get back to the game! People are counting on you!" I scold. He just laughs and turns his head to see if anyone else is around. I try to get his attention back, but it's no use. "Peeta!"
"Would you calm down for a second Katniss?" I stop talking, letting him take over. "I just needed to see you again. I've missed you a lot." Oh no you don't. He can't say things like that and believe I'll melt again.
"Just because you come here and tell me that you miss me, you think that you can have me back?" I ask. I pull my arm away from his grip as his smile falters. "Peeta, I'm happy, can't you see?"
"But I'm not Katniss. I can't breathe easily without you. You're all I see, and when I saw that girl the other day, I swore that I would see you one more time. I love you Katniss I love you, only you. I need you," he reveals. His voice is shaky and uncertain.
I hold my hand out to his cheek and he melts to my touch. "Peeta, you're being selfish. I can't just drop my life up there and come down for you. I have my duties up there and you have yours here. It was supposed to happen someday, and it was sooner than we all expected. Peeta, I do appreciate this, but I can't leave." His face softens, saddened by my answer. "I'm sorry, I really am sorry Peeta."
"Could you just answer a question please? Just before you leave, please?" I nod and he looks deep into my eyes. "I was out with Marvel and he said something that just made me mad. I did something I'm not proud of, but all I could hear was you. And I thought I felt your hand on my arms. Is all that true, or am I hallucinating?"
"It was true. I was there watching over you, like I promised." The light above me beckons me to come over. "Before I leave, can you promise me this: please, please, don't waste your life because you're angry. Just let go Peeta, you have people who love you worried sick. I was worried sick. Go to school, be someone Peeta. Please, for me." He nods his head and I smile.
He brings me into a hug, holding me tight to his strong body. "Katniss I love you." He leans down and kisses my cheek. I give him one on his forehead, and a soft pat on his face. I give him one last squeeze and leave him, waving him off as I go higher and higher up in the sky.
I keep to myself for a few weeks. I visit my mother and Madge as normal, but I'm not as happy. I'm filled with an ache in my heart, but a sudden power in my brain. It's freedom that starts to creep slowly, happily making its way through my body. I start to get the feeling of life back in me, and bit by bit Katniss Everdeen comes back. I'm happy again. I can be myself, I can finally feel free. It's just meant to be.
Four Years Later
I stand inside my small nursery in town. I was thinking about changing the garden up, finally taking out those awful gardenias and replacing them with something much more lovely. It's been 3 months since I've come back as a human completely. I still do go up to heaven, getting my duties done, helping people around the world. Mom and I still live in the house together, but now sometimes Dad joins, coming back to see my mother. It was hard adjusting, but it's better now.
Madge is in school, seeing Gale still. I only get to see her on holidays and on weekends sometimes, but we video chat all the time. She likes it a lot at her college, and I'm not surprised. She's studying to be a pediatrician, something she's wanted to be since she was younger.
To occupy my time, I opened up my own nursery in town. I've always loved plants, so I thought I should use my knowledge of plants to help others and open shop. Mom helped me get it started, and with a little help from Annie, it's a big hit. People from all over town ask me for advice and landscaping ideas, and I enjoy the work as well. Lately, I've been too focused on my garden in the store, rather than the one at home, so now I finally am fixing it up.
Elizabeth and I still talk, all the time. The bakery has been super popular, and I find myself in there once a week to talk with Elizabeth and to get my cheese bun fix, something that I've fallen in love with. The bakery is a short walk away, and I like to go there to take a break from the bees and the bugs and the watering.
I grab a few of the baby azalea bushes and place them in my truck, with a few bags of soil and some fertilizer. I close up shop early, since I want to get started on the garden, but take a short break at the bakery. The bakery is teeming with people. All over the place kids are eating cupcakes and parents talking over a few cups of coffee.
"Hey Elizabeth!" I greet from behind the counter. She comes back with a little flour smudged on her face. She's had help from some of the high school kids, but she still does a lot of the baking.
"Hey Katniss. How's the nusery?" Elizabeth loves the nursery. She tells me that I'm the only person she knows who can keep orchids alive for more than a week, so she just buys the plant and makes sure that I take care of it.
"Fine. I closed up shop early so that I could fix the yard at my house," I tell her. She goes to the back and grabs a box, which I presume is a dozen cheese buns and a Danish for my mother.
"Here's the usual," she says handing me the box. I put the money on the counter, but she pushes it back to me. "Nah, you take care of my flowers." I take the money and put it in the tip jar instead.
"Then I guess you'll give it to the kids," I tell her. I take the box and walk back to my truck. I drive back home, where both Mom and Dad are on the porch.
"Hey Baby Cakes!" Dad yells from the porch. I take out the flowers and the soil from the back.
"Hi Dad!" I lug the stuff to the front, and grab the shovels kept in the shed. "If you want you guys can help." We all finish the job in an hour, to which we all sit on the porch.
"So I heard Peeta's coming back from school to take over the bakery. He graduated last week," Mom points out. I haven't talked to Peeta in four years, so it's kind of a weird subject to bring up.
"But Elizabeth didn't tell me that." She just gave me my cheese buns and told me to have a nice day. Why wouldn't she tell me?
"She didn't want you to be uncomfortable," Mom says. I roll my eyes.
"It's fine Mom. It's okay, I'm a big girl. I can handle things on my own now." I walk inside, calling it a day, even though the sun hasn't even set yet.
A few days later, I find myself restocking the violets that have sold like hotcakes. I take them from the distributer and place them in their spot. I make sure they're watered and fed and happy. Soon after, I find myself taking care of everything in the nursery. I water the fruit trees, and put in a support so they stand and grow straight, and I keep the soil options open. I try to reach one of the cases of extra pots that we have, but I'm just too short. I also forgot that I broke my stepping stool last week, after I left it in the driveway. I look for a box or something but nothing shows up, until an arm does. The person brings the case down effortlessly and I turn around to say thanks, and I'm left speechless.
"Peeta? What're you doing here?" I ask after a few shocked seconds. He laughs and I take the case from him.
"I got back home early. Katniss how are you? How's the business, I heard it's doing well?" He looks older, taller. His face is scruffy with a light blonde beard, but his eyes are the same jovial blue, from when he was five.
"Everything's great, thanks for asking. How was school? I heard it was good…for you…at least that's what your mother told me?" I suddenly feel very insecure. I hope there isn't any dirt on my face, but knowing me, there has to be some.
"It was great, thanks," he responds without any hesitation. He lifts his hand and wipes off some dirt from my cheek. I mentally face palm myself from the embarrassment. His voice is calm, and deeper than the last time I heard it. "You look busy."
"Oh, just restocking the flowers and pots." I take the pots and place them on the small shelf. Peeta follows, and helps me put them in the spot. "Peeta you don't have to help me. You should go do something fun, with your friends." He shrugs and continues to help me put the pots on display.
"Ehh, I'm just going to help Mom with the bakery. I have to use my business degree for something," he explains. We put the last pot on the shelf, and I throw the box away.
"I'd thought you'd gone pro?" He shakes his head no. I lean on the shelf, to look at him.
"Nah, it's not what I want to do for the rest of my life." He stands tall with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Oh, well good luck with the bakery then," I say. He smiles and gives me a pat on my shoulder.
"Thanks. See you." I wave back to him and continue to check on the plants and trees.
A week later, as I'm helping an old woman with her bug problem, Peeta walks in and surveys the plants like a customer. I ring up the natural pesticide for the woman, and decide to help Peeta. "Do you need some help?"
"Actually I do," Peeta responds with a business like tone. "I want something that I can have at the bakery that won't die if I forget to take care of it." I take off my gloves and put them on the counter.
"Well where are you going to put them?" I ask. He places his hand on his chin to think.
"I think in the front, under the overhang." I nod my head and lead him to the partial sun perennials on the side.
"I know just what you need. So these will be easy to take care of, since they'll be in partial sun. I think, with the bakery, that the hydrangeas will be the best bet. They live year round, and they produce a bunch of flowers all the time. Just water them on occasion and you'll be set. And you can always ask me for help if you need it." He holds the large pot in his arms, looking at the stems and the flowers. He inspects it carefully, as if I'm going to give him a poisoned flower.
"I'll take four of these…and a date on Friday," he says nonchalantly. I smile and nod my head, but get taken back.
"Okay so I'll just…excuse me?" I ask in complete confusion. "What did you say?"
"I said, I'll take these flowers, and a date with you on Friday," Peeta repeats. I can't believe my ears after he says this.
"You want to go on a date with me?" I ask in bewilderment. He nods his head and smiles.
"I do. Will you?" I think about it for a while. He's here to stay, he's moved on, and he's buying flowers just to talk to me.
"Sure. But next time, come up with a better excuse."
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