This chapter is inspired by Taylor Swift's "New Romantics" and "This Love". It is also inspired by "Supercut" by Lorde and "idfc" by Blackbear

Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent.

June 25th

Has something ever felt so uncanny? So familiar? Like you've lived through it before? I don't remember what exactly happened after I left Tobias's condo a few days ago. My legs carried me back home, to my bed, where I was wracked with sobs.

Christina found me instantly, having just seen the photo that Zeke sent everyone, and she was surprised to see me in low spirits. I had been broken down and eroded back into the empty and desolate girl that I was when he first broke up with me.

I was already feeling the exact same as I did three years ago, and to add to it, Tobias started coming by to see me everyday. Just like he did after our break up. I can't fucking get sucked in again… no matter how badly a part of me still yearns out toward him. It's dangerous, and I'll just get hurt. He lied to me about Nita. Upon hearing about this, Christina came to his defense and I was shocked. The thing that Chris hates more than anything else in the world is dishonesty.

When I pointed that out to her, she told me that everyone has different truths. Sure, Tobias may have fudged his candor about the break up. His words were misleading. He made it sound as if he broke up with Nita clearly. Christina offered that maybe he thought that by leaving, he was breaking up with her. But I still feel like a fool. He would've gone back to her if he had not been fired, I'm sure of it. I'm just the second fucking option, no matter how badly I want to cocoon myself in Christina's words and allow myself to believe that he really does want another chance. It wouldn't have worked anyway. I need to move on for good.

After Tobias's third time coming by to see me, I decided it was enough. I honestly would've booked an early flight out of here, but it costs too much money to change my original flight back to Chicago. Fuck this. So, after some prominent begging on my side, Lynn and Lauren allowed me to stay at their beach cottage. It's a nice place and it's about a 5 minute drive from me and Christina's rental house. There's only one bedroom so I have to crash on the couch every night, but it's a better alternative than being stuck in the old house. There's too many icky memories there now. Holing myself up in my room and being sad over Tobias, Tobias walking in on me and Robert, Christina prodding at me to give Tobias another chance. I warned her that if she told Tobias about my new residence then she would be as good as dead. Hopefully he thinks I just left California now.

I'm sprawled out across Lynn and Lauren's white sofa, on my fourth consecutive episode of 'Too Hot to Handle' today… I haven't showered in about 18 hours. Maybe I should get to that. Lynn and Lauren are off taking a pottery class or shopping at trader joe's or whatever the hell cottage lesbians do in Venice Beach. I pop another cheeto in my mouth and roll my eyes at Francesca's antics. But no matter how insane she is, she's definitely the most entertaining person on the show.

The front door swings open and I look up expecting to see Lynn and Lauren with some new pottery or some organic produce but instead I see Christina, lugging a duffle bag in behind her. "How the hell did you get in?" I ask rudely.

She doesn't blink at my unkindness. She probably knows that I deserve to be in a pissy mood, given everything I've been through these past few weeks. At least that's what I tell myself. I could try not to be such a bitch sometimes though.

"Lynn and Lauren told me where they leave their spare key. Now come on, get up. We're getting you dressed and presentable and…" she sniffs, "Not smelling like an asylum."

"Why exactly?"

"You literally can't fucking stay here and mope Tris. I won't allow it. Be pissed at Tobias, be sad, be mean to me. That's all fine. But at least do it wearing a nice dress and eating a nice meal besides those cheeto puffs that have god-knows-how-many carcinogens in them. We came here to have fun together so that's what we're gonna do. Fuck boys."

"Actually, fucking boys is what got me into this mess…"

She stares flatly back at me.

I sigh, pausing the TV and raising my hands in mock defense. "Fine, fine… where are we eating?" The truth is that I could probably use some food that isn't from a bag or leftover pizza.

"It's called Via Veneto. It's Italian. You'll love it."

"Alright…" I should probably get to see the outdoors again and feel the sea breeze. Nature is medicine, right? I need to get out of my funk eventually.

"Now get your ass in the shower. Be quick."

I sigh, swinging my legs over the couch before heading over to the quaint bathroom on the other side of the house. Hopefully I can get out of this poor mental state so that I can live the rest of my summer the way I planned. Hopefully.

"Christina, that hurts!" I whine as she roughly runs the brush through my hair.

"Fuck, it's not my fault that you're so tender headed."

I say nothing, glowering at my reflection in the mirror. I hate so much about everything I've done this summer and in turn that leads me to avoid looking at myself. I'm sure if college Tris met the Tris of this summer she would despise her. Still, Christina cleaned me up nicely.

After scrubbing all the grime and sweat and sadness off of myself in the shower with Lauren's rose and lemon body wash and rinsing my hair through with her hydrating shampoo and conditioner set, Christina commenced on some sort of skin care routine with my face. She brought a shit ton of stuff over in that duffle bag of hers.

My skin looks more healthy and glowy than it has in months so kudos to her. She then did my makeup. Nothing too flashy or poppy, but my face does feel like it's being weighed down a ton with all the liquifying and powdering and pencilling she did to me. It definitely has its benefits though, because gone is the overworn college student Tris who looks like she's dead inside. Gone is the messy and drunk Tris who allowed herself to start falling for her high school boyfriend again, who made dumb decisions. Gone is the au natural Tris, who shoved her feelings down under the premise that she was going to become a workaholic and start doing yoga and going for runs and shit. Gone is the hopeful Tris, who thought that she and Tobias might stand a chance again. Gone is the empty Tris, the one who allowed herself to cower away and laze on the couch for days on end. This image of perfection and sophistication? I don't know her, but I think that I would like to.

Christina runs her fingers through my hair. It flows in its natural waves down my back, grazing past my shoulder blades and I smile gratefully at her. She really doesn't have to be doing any of this shit for me, but she's just a good ass friend. Even if we have our disagreements or bad moments, she's been there for me more than anyone else has. They say when you go to college that you forget your high school friends, but it could not be more opposite for me and Christina. If there's one thing I'm certain of in this world it's that she will be in my life forever. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Okay, outfit time!" She sings, rushing over to her duffle bag. She pulls out a slim and strappy deep green dress. It will probably go to about mid thigh on me and show off what minimal curves I do have. Well, today is all about trying to be a different me, so I may as well wear it.

I open my arms to allow her to toss it to me and she raises her eyebrows in surprise. "Really? No fight?"

I lift a shoulder, "Not today."

Her face breaks out into a huge grin as she hands the dress over to me. The fabric is soft and velvety, and I change in front of her, not really giving a fuck. We've grown up together, she's seen me naked enough times.

She begins pulling out her own outfit, a golden satin minidress. It looks ravishing on her, as anything does. She crams her shoes into diamond studded stilettos and then tosses a more "me" choice in my direction. Black pumps with a peep toe, and the heels are a significant amount shorter than her's.

Once we're ready and are satisfied with our reflections in the mirror, she holds her elbow out to me, "Shall we, Miss Prior?"

I link my own elbow through hers, "Yes, we shall."

The space within the restaurant is small, yet bustling with life. Christina was right, I already do love it. It's dim and candle lit, and people make vivacious conversation. Laughs ring out from various tables and I smile as Christina and I enter arm in arm. We received several looks on the bus ride over, who dresses so fancily and then decides to take the city bus? We didn't care though. We admired the SoCal scenery through the window and talked about random things the entire way here.

"Tris! Christina!" We both turn and see Zeke and Uriah sitting at a table. It's not a table of two, either. Two more seats are open, and they are waving us over.

I shoot Christina an accusatory look but she looks just as shocked as I am. I guess she wasn't expecting them here either. They both look very handsome, dressed up in button downs with nice dress pants and shoes.

"Hey guys," I say hesitantly.

Zeke gestures for both of us to sit, so we do, and a server comes by and drops two menus in front of us.

"What are you guys doing here?" Christina asks.

I notice Zeke and Uriah exchange a furtive glance, before Uriah begins speaking. "Christina, when you told me of your plans with Tris this evening, I looked up the restaurant myself and I thought it looked really good. Mar and Shauna are off doing something tonight, so Zeke and I decided to come here for a boy's night. You guys don't mind sitting with us, right? If not you can-"

"No, no, it's all good, Uri. Just unexpected, but the more the merrier, right?" I ask, unfolding the menu.

Uriah's face breaks out into an easy smile and he seems relieved, "That's exactly what I was thinking! You both look really pretty by the way."

Christina and I both thank him and we continue making meaningless chatter with the two brothers until a sommelier comes up to assist us in selecting our drinks. Zeke berates her with questions for a good 7 minutes, and I actually begin to feel sorry for the woman. Still, she takes the questions gracefully and once we've all decided on what pretentious and overpriced wine we're going to be drinking tonight, she heads off. I can already hear my bank account crying.

I'm in the middle of telling Zeke and Uriah about the ultimate frisbee club at my university, when their eyes flit to something behind me and they exchange a serious look. I stop mid sentence, "What?"

Zeke nods his head, gesturing to whatever's behind me, so Christina and I turn around to look. I immediately wish I hadn't. There is Tobias, handsome as ever in a navy suit. He's just entered the restaurant and is greeting the hostess. He hasn't noticed us yet, so that gives me just enough time to bolt, though my legs feel like they're made of jelly now.

With a racing heart, I turn back to the group. "It wasn't me," Christina says instantly, shaking her head.

"What the fuck?" I seethe to Uriah and Zeke.

"Tris, don't be mad-" Uriah starts.

"Mad does not begin to describe it. If you-"

"It was my idea, Tris! Please hear me out," Zeke begins. I've inhaled and exhaled a few times, trying to calm myself and my impending temper tantrum. Why can people just never get the fuck out of my business? Still, I nod at him, signalling him to continue.

"You have no idea how upset Tobias has been these past few days. He's been wrecked, a mess, and when he couldn't find you at the beach house anymore he thought you fucking left! He was miserable. I couldn't stand to see him like that-"

"You're not going to make me feel sorry for him Zeke," I say harshly, even though my empathetic side has already started reaching out to him. The truth is, we've both done and said awful things to each other… and that's probably why we shouldn't be together. Unless we can both grow from that… but no, I can't let my mind wander there. I'm done with him. But it's so hard to think that when he's just 50 feet away… fuck.

Zeke draws his eyebrows together. "We've all fucked up, Tris. But he loves you a lot. I can tell. Just please, give him a conversation."

I look to Christina, who is trying to keep her face neutral. She shrugs as if to say, 'whatever you wanna do' and I press my lips together. I know what I want to do… but I don't know if I should do it.

"Did he know I was going to be here or did you trick him too?" I ask them levelly.

"Oh, he knew. As soon as we told him he ran to the nearest store to get some appropriate clothes. He really, really wants to talk to you," Zeke emphasizes.

Before I can form a response or know what to do, a familiar musky scent has invaded my senses and a warm shadow hovers over me. I turn to see Tobias standing behind me, a hopeful look on his face and I sigh. My face is most likely flaming.

I make eye contact with Christina once more and she would make a horrible poker player because her face is full of elation. She's most likely thinking about how cute and romantic this is and already planning our wedding in her head.

The hostess approaches us, "Sir? I have your table of two ready," she gestures to a small table in the corner of the restaurant that will guarantee us some privacy. It's also right by the back exit so if I need to bolt, I can.

"Of course, just a moment," Tobias tells her kindly, looking back to me.

Swallowing, I nod and get up. Relief flashes across his face and Zeke and Uriah audibly exhale. Christina gives me an encouraging look before I walk away, and my back jolts upright as Tobias places his hand on the lower portion of it. "Don't think that I'm letting you get away again. I'm gonna fight for you this time," he whispers in my ear. I can't conceal the slow smile that spreads across my face at that.

We've been sitting in relative silence for the past five minutes. I asked the server if she could send the wine I ordered over to this table and Tobias ordered the same thing that I did. Since then, we've both been browsing the menu. The table is well concealed from our old one, but I still can see Christina craning her neck to get a better look at us. I roll my eyes.

"What are you thinking of getting?" Tobias asks me finally. I wonder if this is what the rest of the dinner will be like and I internally sigh. Making meaningless small talk, not discussing Robert, Nita, us sleeping together, our issues, our magnetic pull towards one another… I certainly don't know how to bring any of those things up.

"The Aragosta," I say, listing one of the priciest items on the menu. "You're paying, right?" I challenge.

He doesn't miss a beat, "Of course." I see his eyes flit down to where it is on the menu and they widen a fraction of a second before he recomposes himself. Fuck, I forgot he just lost his job.

"No, I'm just kidding. We can split it."

He shakes his head, "Tris, I can handle it. Besides… I owe you. Much more than expensive lobster, I know… but out of everything I've put you through… you deserve it."

So, I guess this is how it's getting brought up then. I open my mouth to respond, but our bottle of wine has arrived, so Tobias and I remain silent as our glasses are poured for us and we both say a small thank you, waiting to be alone again.

Once we are, I begin, "Why did you… blur the truth when you told me about Nita? Please, be completely candor… I can't take any more lies or half truths."

He downcasts his eyes before taking a large sip of his wine. Once he's done, he looks back up at me. "I wanted you to think that I had done this big and brilliant thing for you… for us… so I guess I used misleading wording when I told you what happened. You're right. I'm a coward."

"I would have understood if you told me the truth," I insist. Though I don't think I would have slept with him. At least I like to think that I wouldn't have… who knows, though.

He shakes his head slowly, "A part of me… would've felt so foolish… if I just broke up with her and put my job on the line for something uncertain between us. That's why I tried to coerce her into dumping me. Then it would've been like… there's nothing more I could've done."

"So… you're telling me… that if I wasn't here… you would still stay with Nita and let her lord your job over your head like that?"

He lifts a shoulder, "Probably."

"You're an idiot."

"Excuse me?"

"You can't just… do that for me. You also have to want to do it for you and because you see yourself living a genuine life. If I'm the only reason you did that… then…" I shake my head, pressing the heels of my palms into my face. God, this whole situation is already making my brain hurt.

"Tris… I am so fucking sorry. For not telling the whole truth, for sleeping with you after I misled you… for the awful things I said to you a few days ago. You don't need to feel guilty about anything that happened. It's my fault, I know… I could've handled it so much better. I'm not even fucking asking for another chance right now. I know that I'm fresh out of those. I'm just asking for the opportunity to prove how sorry I really am before we have to go our separate ways."

I just stare at him for a few seconds. His deep blue eyes hold a sincerity that I've only seen quite a few times… I marvel over how much we've both changed, for better and for worse. We've seen and heard some of the ugliest things from each other… Can two people come back from that? Is it healthy to want to come back from that? It must mean that the other person is bad for you… but fuck. Tobias doesn't feel bad for me. He feels like a safe haven. He knows everything about me, about who I am, and even now he isn't shying away. Maybe there's such a thing as loving somebody too much. It was easier to let him go all those years ago because college seemed fatalistic, I'd be there for 4 years, after all. But now we at least have a few more weeks together on this beach. He came all the way here for me, he told me he's going to fight for me. Maybe I should at least give him the chance.

Am I stupid for wanting to give him one last chance? Christina would say no, but maybe that's just because she sees our relationship as something straight out of a movie and she doesn't understand that we're real people too. I just need to know… there doesn't have to be strings attached to it… though with Tobias it feels like there's always strings.

"One date," I tell him seriously. "You get one date after this… to… show that you're serious and that you're changing."

His face goes slack with shock, and then glee. I feel my own expression begin to mirror his so I try to conceal it quickly. "Tris, I- you don't fucking have to do this at all. I just… why?"

"Because I want to," I tell him as honestly as possible. "And… what you said was true."

"When?"

"When you said that I was grasping at straws to push you away because I was scared… you were… fucking right. I'm still fucking terrified as well, but I'm trying not to be. You know what I think of fate, right?"

"You wholly believe in it."

"That's right… remember how we met?"

"As if I could ever forget."

I laugh, recalling the neighborhood cookout where I first saw Tobias. It was only a couple weeks into the beginning of our freshman year of high school and Christina, me, my brother Caleb, and my parents decided to attend a cookout being hosted by our neighbor Evelyn who lived a few streets down.

Caleb had brought his book and was prepared to read the entire time, but when Christina saw a group of teenagers gathered on the grass, she pulled me over, desperate to force me into social interaction.

'What are we playing?' Christina had asked them.

They told us it was capture the flag, and that Tobias and Eric were going to be team captains. That was the first time I got a glimpse at him. Turned out he was already in a few of my classes, I had just been so preoccupied with making good marks that I didn't really notice him. He was tall, lanky, and boyish. Almost nothing like the strong and sophisticated young man sitting in front of me now… but back then, fourteen year old Tris couldn't help but swoon when she first laid eyes on him. He was still pretty cute, after all.

I was surprised when he had pointed to me first, 'I want you on my team,' he said, which earned a few snickers from the other boys. He just ignored them though.

Blushing, I had nodded and gone to stand closer to him. 'It's Beatrice, right?' He had asked me, and I blinked in surprise, shocked that he knew my name. 'We have world history, art, and PE together,' he added on once he saw my facial expression.

I had nodded to tell him that my name indeed was Beatrice, but it felt wrong, sounded wrong when he said it too. 'Actually… it's just Tris,' I told him. Tris was the nickname for me that Christina had used during our spy games when we were children… and as a result she still called me that even as we grew older. She was the only one who did, though, until that day.

Tobias had nodded, 'Tris. I like that. I'm Tobias. Pleased to make your acquaintance,' he held out a hand to shake mine with and I had nearly laughed. I had never met someone my age so formally before, but still, I shook his hand and ignored the tingly feeling that touching him sent through me.

Needless to say we kicked ass at that capture the flag game, and after that he introduced me to his mom, Evelyn, who I had no idea was the host and that the pretty house with the picket fence and perfectly trimmed roses was Tobias's home. I asked him where his dad was that night and he just shrugged and said he was away on business. He seemed like he didn't want to talk about it so I didn't press it. We spent the rest of the night hanging out. Even after Christina's mom came to pick her up, I remained at Tobias's side. We ate our dinner together, played more running games in his front yard, tried to catch fireflies, and once the sun went down we stargazed in the grass until my mom called out to me and told me that it was time to go home.

Unlike my other memories with Tobias, that one never hurt to go over after our breakup. I mostly just looked back on it wistfully. We were both so naive and innocent… untouched by the world and we were so intent on falling in love. It was so high school. Shortly after that, we started our relationship and it was full of him walking me to and from class and kissing under the bleachers and seeing movies at the drive-in. We ended up going to every school dance together from freshman homecoming to senior prom. I never liked to get too ahead of myself, even at a young age, but the truth is that I always did envision a future with Tobias. Even when we started getting into petty arguments after a few months of dating, I knew that we would always make up and be there for each other no matter what. That's what you do when you love someone, right?

After I got over myself and realized that it wasn't going to be forever for us, I learned to take things slower and not trip up over anybody else. No one really caught my eye, anyway, and it's not like anybody could compare to Tobias. Now here we are again. Fate.

"Well, when I first came here this summer… everything seemed like fate. Christina and I got this amazing place and found roommates who were willing to split on the rent. Upon meeting those roommates it turned out they were actually cool people too… we really wanted to have a getaway for a while so the fact that everything was working out so perfectly was amazing. And then I ran into you at the party… and it seemed like it was the universe laughing at me for thinking that something in my life could go right. I guess I just didn't want to think about the possibility that you being here was a twist of fate as well, like we were meant to come together again. You know, with the fear of being hurt overcoming me and stuff. I was fucking terrified… and then it turned out that you had a girlfriend, so you know, I just thought it was this crazy coincidence. But you also know how I feel about coincidences."

"You don't believe in them."

"Not really… look, all I'm saying is that we're both here. We both want to try again… so I'm not going to look for reasons to run. So yeah. One date."

The look of pure happiness on his face stirs something in my stomach, but before either of us can say anything more the server comes by to take our order. I end up ordering something cheaper than my original plan, knowing that money is probably tight for Tobias. It'll be easier for me to change my order than get him to split the check with me anyways. Once the server is gone Tobias gives me a look and I just shrug, waving him off. He doesn't need to buy me 40 dollar lobster, that's for sure. "So… we still have lots to talk about," I tell him.

He nods, "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What was going through your mind… when we slept together?"

I can't tell him what I was really thinking, that I loved him… no matter what. It's one thing to want to try again with someone, it's another thing to love with them after how messy you two are together. "I knew it probably wasn't very smart… but I was thinking about how much it meant to me and how right it felt… how I've been wanting to do it for a while."

His mouth twists a little, "More right than with that other guy?"

"Robert… was a mistake. A one night mistake… which actually brings me to a new question."

He raises his eyebrows, and I inhale, not sure how to bring this up, "How many… erm… people… between me and Nita?"

He looks away, avoiding my gaze, "Six."

I feel something clench in my heart, but I nod. I can't get mad at him for sleeping with other people when I slept with Robert only 48 hours after I had just seen Tobias.

"There was my first girlfriend after you, Nicole… I wouldn't really call her a girlfriend, it was more of a casual thing I guess. A rebound. After that there were a few meaningless one night stands at parties throughout my next couple of years of college… then I dated a new girl named Myra for about a month or so. Then came Nita."

Hearing about what he did while we were separated… sucks. Especially because my record is much smaller than his. But I swallow it down, after all, he told me that he and Nita haven't slept together since he ran back into me… which is more than I can say. "What about you?" He asks hesitantly.

"Two," I say tightly. "Well, three if you include Robert."

Shame flashes across his face for a quick second, but he still looks as if he's waiting for me to continue. I guess I owe him the truth. "Well, I told you the first night that I haven't had a boyfriend since you. That's true. I did have a sort of "friends with benefits" thing with a guy from my dorm named Peter. We hooked up at a party one night and then it became a recurring thing… you know, just to take my mind off things for a while. He was okay, kind of a jerk, and that was sophomore year. When summer happened it sort of just ended naturally and he moved off campus for junior year so I haven't really seen him around since. Junior year I slept with this dude, Al. But he wanted more than I could give him and I didn't want to lead him on so I broke it off. That was about it until Robert. And then you."

He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly because there's not much to say to that. "How'd you meet him?" He asks.

"Huh?"

"Robert."

"Ohh…" I blush a little bit, thinking of the encounter. On paper, it was probably the most romantic thing that's ever happened to me even though Robert isn't my type and my heart keeps leading me back to a certain jackass. Said jackass is currently raising his eyebrows, a sour look on his face as he awaits my response. "Um… I was on the beach reading 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' you know, my favorite novel from high school," the one that you never read, "And he just walked up to me and asked me about the book and it turned out we had… similar tastes in literature. He took me out for drinks and we talked… and you know…" I shrug, trying to downplay it.

"So you guys have a lot in common then?" He asks in an irritated tone.

"Yep," I say, popping the p, leaning in with my chin rested on my hands. Tobias really has nothing to worry about with Robert, I don't even have his number or anything so he has no way to contact me… he does know where our rental house is so that could be problematic, though. But still, he probably knows not to come by. The annoyed look on Tobias's face remains, so I sigh. "You don't need to look so mad, it turns out someone else has my heart."

A smirk etches its way onto his face, "Who might that be?"

"Robert Pattinson," I deadpan, shrugging a little.

His mouth falls open a little, "I am so much better looking than that guy."

"Hey, let's tone down the cockiness for a second. Did you just claim you're better looking than Edward Cullen?"

"You know, one thing I never understood when we were younger is how you were the smartest most well read high schooler I knew, but simultaneously into trash like Twilight."

"Excuse me, those movies and books are amazing! Except they made me realize how much I hate people who are Team Jacob."

He rolls his eyes, "I much prefer Robert in 'Harry Potter' by the way."

I grin. As much as our interests diverged, we both adored Harry Potter and spent many weekends marathoning the movies over and over again and reading the books together. "Fair enough, fair enough."

We both chuckle a little, and I look back over to the table that Christina, Uriah, and Zeke are at since I haven't checked in on them a while. To my surprise (though I really shouldn't be) they're all turned and looking at us, smirking. I subtly shake my head at them and turn back to Tobias, who now has a serious expression on his face. "What is it?" I ask him.

"I missed this," he tells me earnestly, "You know… joking around, talking normally… I missed us."

I bite my lip, I wasn't anticipating him to be so candid with me... no matter how much I agree. I nod at him hesitantly, and his face breaks out into a grin that makes me weak in the knees. I didn't expect to be so happy with him after only a few seconds of banter. Though even when we were talking seriously about uncomfortable subjects, it still felt good, like something was clicking into place and life was getting right again. I already know that when we have to separate at the end of the summer it's gonna hurt like a bitch. But whatever happens to us, I don't want to be apart from him any longer. For now, I'm just gonna live in the moment.

Whoa. I know this is super super super overdue. But most of you saw my last update so you know why. Thank you for the super kind messages and reviews that you all left me, your support means the world. I've been working on this chapter for a few days now, grief is hard, but it turns out writing helps you get through it :)

Hopefully I'm back for certain, though updates will certainly be more sporadic than you guys might be used to, just because I'm so fucking busy with online school (I have three tests this week and two on demand essays omfg). There's only 6 more chapters of this story so I'm going to try to finish it as fast as possible even though my own college app deadlines are fast approaching heehehe. Once again, thank you for all the kindness and understanding.

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-Kiki