"You aren't playing the game -"
~Lord of the Flies
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"You miss them?" He says finally after moments of short silence.
She looks at him and wipes crystal tears away from her ruby eyes then remarks: "No, Seamus. No, no, I don't miss them."
"They were your friends."
"'Were' being the keyword, Seamus," she says sharply.
"You're going to let them go away like that?"
"You want me to chase after them?" She demands. Angry. Hurt. Betrayed. Alone. "You really want me to do that?"
He sighs and slings an arm around her shoulder. "I was just suggesting..."
"Well, don't."
He smiles. "You can hang out with Dean and I." As though offering her gold and riches and friendship and all that comes with.
"I don't want to! I want to be alone...like...like Jocelyn!" Her voice is childish, filled with indignation and hope that was, for a very short time, crushed.
"Jocelyn has a wickedly large nose."
"Be nice to Jocelyn."
"Okay," he chuckles. "But the offer of hanging out with Dean and I...you know...it's always open. There will always be a spot for you, Parvati."
"You two throw mashed potatoes at each other," she says stiffly.
"That's the fun of it!" He exclaims childishly. "Come with me," he says suddenly, as though it's some awfully nice secret that no one else knows of. Maybe not even Dean. He grabs her hand and they walk away from the walnut bench. The one that has inky writing all over it.
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