Greetings dear Reader;

This is the last chapter!

I'm happy because this is my first multi-chapter story, and it's finished. Yet, I'm still kinda sad since there are so many more ideas I could have written down. I really had a hard time deciding if I was going to make a Maka or Soul Point of View (PoV). To the point that I almost wanted to split this chapter in 2 and make Soul's PoV, and then write the last chapter with Maka's PoV. I just hope I didn't completely mess it up by doing one big chapter… Anyways, please enjoy!

Update: I wasn't happy with the current ending so I rewrote it. The story doesn't change, but the phrasing does.

Side notes :

Narration

"Talking"

*Thinking*

Disclaimer : I do not own Soul Eater

Maka

I had never felt this wrecked in my life. My feet were sore, my back hurt, my stomach was lurching, something was digging painfully into my side, and my head was killing me. I wanted to groan in pain, but fearing that it would only intensify the splitting headache I was having, I stayed still under the warm covers. My mind was a jumble of blurry events as I tried to remember what had happened last night, my brain still hazy with sleep.

*I went shopping with Liz and Patty, they tricked me into wearing that little red backless dress, then we were at the club, danced, drank, and… Blank. Come on, think Maka… I drank a few beers, danced with Patty and Liz, and… I think Patty joined a drinking contest…?*

After that, nothing, my mind drew up blank after blank memories. I let out a long sigh. For someone that was supposed to be smart, drinking myself mindless was a pretty stupid stunt. At least I had somehow gotten home…

Dread washed over me as I shot up, heart thundering, eyes wide awake, as I threw the covers on the side to look around me.

"Shit."

I was definitely NOT home.

"Shiiiit."

I groaned out in pain, resting my head slowly between my hands. Moving too fast was a bad idea right now. Good news though, the room was cast in shadows so I didn't have to face the harsh reality of my hung-over mind seeing a bright light, yet.

Once the pain had subsided to a dull ache, and once the room had stopped moving on it's own, I took in my surroundings.

I was sitting on a black couch, covered from the waste down by the blue fleece that I had thrown aside, and wearing a yellow leather jacket that was way too big for me. I still had the red dress under the coat, and the object that had been digging into my side was actually my purse. Looking at the foot of the couch I noticed that my shoes were nowhere in sight.

*Second good news, I didn't wake-up naked, next to some stranger…*

The room was plain. The walls were painted in white, matching the thick curtains on my left that covered the entire wall. The couch was set in front of a television that sat on the opposite side of the small room, leaving space for a simple wooden coffee table between the two. There was also a small brown shelf on the right of the TV that held a few games and DVDs. Other than that, I couldn't see any pictures on the walls, no carpets near the entryways, no little personal objects lying around,… as if this room, and the apartment, was barely used.

Looking around, I couldn't find hints on where I was. That's when I noticed the small pile of folded laundry on the coffee table, with a towel, a shirt, sweatpants and a piece of paper on top. Reaching out, I picked up the note and started reading, squinting my eyes a bit at the small, yet straight and neat, handwriting.

"Mornin'

Not sure if you'll read this message or just freak-out and run out the door, but I'm out for my part-time job so I'll be back around 10h30. Until then, you can use the shower (first door on your left down the hall).

Soul.

P.S. if you need anything, you can reach me at this number : XXX – XXX – XXXX"

I looked at the letter, dumbfounded. Then at the signature. Soul.

How in the world had I ended up at SOUL's house?

Embarrassment started to heat-up my cheeks as I looked through my bag, taking out my cell phone. After turning it on, I sent an SMS to Liz saying that I had gotten home safely, she didn't need to know about the when and how just yet, then wrote down Soul's number. As I finished adding the new contact information, while thoroughly ignoring the happy feeling bubbling in my chest, I checked the time and date on the main screen, and froze. I was going to be late!

Not wasting any more time, I folded the fleece on the couch, picked up my purse and bolted through the door. I didn't have time to look for my shoes, and decided that I would just send Soul a message and ask him to bring them back to me when he could.

Once I left the building, I noticed that I was less than two blocks away from my own apartment building. Walking barefoot, looking completely disheveled, and keeping my eyes half closed against the morning sun that made my head pound, I finally arrived home without passing by too many people.

Once inside, I noticed that I was still wearing the yellow jacket that probably belonged to Soul.

*Well, now I have an excuse to go see him again…*

I froze at that thought, shoving the idea back into the deepest part of my brain. I did NOT need that kind of distraction right now. I had way more important things to take care of instead of daydreaming about a guy that might not be interested in me anyways.

After a record fast shower, I picked out a jean with my green tank-top, and sunglasses, for the day. I also took an aspirin, hoping it would ease my headache fast, as I closed the door and hopped into my car, throwing Soul's jacket onto the backseat.

I couldn't believe it when I arrived on time at the airport. Waiting near the arrivals' door, I kept an eye out for a mass of pink hair. Barely ten minutes later, I saw a lanky silhouette walking awkwardly through the glass doors, fidgeting around with a heavy looking suitcase.

"Crona! Over here!"

I shouted a few times, waving both hands above my head in hopes to be seen. When Crona spotted me, the skinny figure dressed in black made its way towards me, head bowed as if trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

Crona had been living in England for the past few years, but we still kept in touch, writing letters to each other. We had met in kindergarten, but after the mysterious disappearance of Crona's mother about three years ago, the teen was sent to a specialized boarding school on the outskirts of London. Unfortunately, the facility closed its doors once the school year was over, so every summer Crona came back to Death City to spend the holidays at my house.

Once my friend had reached me, I gave Crona a big hug, swaying from side to side, before letting go and taking the heavy suitcase as I walked us to my car. On the way to my apartment, we chatted about the flight, what we had been up to since our last letters, and of course what trips we could plan for the holidays.

When the afternoon came around, Crona was taking a nap in my bedroom, since I had decided to sleep on the couch as long I had a guest, and thus giving me some free time to myself. Taking out my cellphone to check if Liz or Patty had answered my earlier text, I remembered that I hadn't told Soul that I had left with his jacket. It took me a few minutes to write a simple SMS, trying to sound as neutral as possible:

"Hey Soul, Maka here. Sorry I was in a hurry to leave this morning, but I had to pick up a friend at the airport. Thank you for letting me sleep over, and sorry for the trouble I must have caused you."

I hit the send button before realizing that I had been so focused on apologizing for leaving his house without a "thanks" that I had forgotten to tell him that his leather jacket was still with me. As I started to write a P.S. note, a message came in, the fast reply surprising me a bit.

"Don't worry about it, I had a great time, you can sleep over me anytime ;)"

I stared at the screen a few moments, not sure how to respond, and hoping to god that the term "sleep over me" was a typo, when another message came in :

"Sorry, that was Black*Star. I didn't see him take my phone, don't mind what that idiot says, nothing happened. And no problem about last night, it's cool."

I didn't know any Black*Star, and for some reason I was getting annoyed just by reading his name, but ignored the feeling as I answered:

"Alright…, BTW, I left with your jacket this morning, when can I come over and give it back? And did I leave my shoes at your apartment?"

As the minutes ticked by, my mind came up with different reasons as to why he was taking so much time answering. Maybe his friend had stolen his phone again? Or perhaps he just didn't have the time today? Or he was trying to remember where he had put my shoes? What if the yellow jacket I was wearing wasn't even his? On the other hand, maybe he didn't want me to come and bother him again at his apartment, and was going to tell me to just drop it in his mailbox or something?

When my phone finally rang about ten minutes later, I practically jumped out of my skin, fumbling with the device to open the text message, taking in a deep breath before reading it:

"I think you left your shoes at whatever party you were at last night. As for my jacket, I'm playing a basketball game with some friends right now. We're using the court in the park behind Shibusen Academy. You can come over if you want?"

I read his text a few times before registering all the words, not noticing the slow smile creeping up on my face. The question mark at the end of the message was very endearing…

"Maka? Did something happen?"

I looked up, startled. I hadn't noticed that Crona was now standing right in front of me, and here I was curled up against the armrest of my couch, smiling stupidly at my phone, lost in my own little world. I felt my cheeks heat up as I suddenly stood up, shrugging off the question:

"Everything's fine, nothing good, nothing bad. I lost a pair of shoes that were pretty expensive… but they were impossible to walk in, so it's not that bad."

I looked at Crona's still sleepy eyes before adding:

"Do you want to sleep some more?"

Crona thought about it for a second before staring at the ground while answering me:

"I'd rather not, or I might have a hard time dealing with the jetlag tonight if I sleep all day."

I gave my pink haired friend a bright smile. Crona had always had trouble interacting with other people, and had left for England to work on ways to deal with everyday situations that seemed to be impossible to manage for the poor child. I was amazed at how much progress Crona had made during these past few years abroad.

"All right. What if we went for a walk? I need to give a friend his jacket back, and a walk in the park will surely wake you up a bit."

"O-okay, I think I can deal with that…"

About twenty minutes later, we were both walking through the park, heading towards the basketball courts where loud shouts could be heard.

"BOW BEFORE YOUR GOD! FOR I AM THE ALMIGHTY BLACK*STAR AND I RULE THIS COURT!"

As we entered the area surrounded by a high fence, I saw a boy, about a head smaller than me, who had climbed up onto one of the hoops, sitting on it while laughing boisterously at no one. Just by looking at his azure blue hair combed in the shape of a star, I had a very strong feeling that he was the infamous Black*Star.

"Soul is still two points ahead of you, so you're not really the ruler of the court, Black*Star."

The voice was calm and soothing, and came from a tall girl with long black hair held back in a ponytail. She was sitting on a nearby bench; hands crossed politely on her lap, while talking to the loud blue monkey looking boy, a small smile on her lips.

"NONSENSE TSUBAKI, THE GREAT ME WILL TAKE THE LEAD IN A SINGLE SHOT!"

"You loud idiot, how can you score 3 points in a single shot. We're only counting the hoops we mark."

The voice was Soul's, he appeared from behind me, holding a bottle of water in one hand and a basketball ball in the other. He was wearing a white shirt, dark blue shorts, black sneakers, and a yellow bandana that was keeping his unruly hair from falling into his eyes.

"Hey Maka, good too see you."

He still used that lazy way of speaking, as if nothing in the world could faze him, even if he was sporting that toothy grin of his, and a cocky glint in his eyes. As he stopped next to me, his gaze locked on something near my ear. Crona was behind me, head peeking out from above my shoulder, trying to disappear behind my smaller frame, as I made the introductions:

"Hello Soul. It's nice to see you too. And this here is Crona, a very good friend of mine that will be staying at my apartment for the summer holidays."

I tried nudging Crona in front of me to no avail, while Soul gave us a slight node. That's when I noticed that the boy with the blue hair had jumped down from his perch, leading him and the tall girl towards us.

"Behold! I am your God, the Great Black*Star! Bow before me, mere mortals, for you shall all become my loyal subjects!"

Good thing I still had my sunglasses on, because just his shouting was making my headache come back, and I didn't need it to get any worse.

"M-Maka, I don't know how to deal with all of this shouting… "

Crona's small voice was muffled behind me as my flat-mate held on to the back of my shirt.

"And I am Tsubaki. It's nice to finally meet you Maka, Soul told us about you… a little. And it's nice to meet you too, Crona."

Her voice was always polite and collected, a genuine smile lighting up her features as she stood next to the obnoxious Black*Star, hands crossed behind her back as she faced me and Crona. The fact that Soul, that I had met only 2 times, had talked about me to his friends didn't go unnoticed. Especially since I didn't even remember our second meeting.

Now that the introductions had been made, an awkward silence fell, making Soul clear his throat before he spoke up:

"So, Maka, you and your friend wanna shoot some hoops with us?"

"Hum, I've never played basketball before, and Crona doesn't really do sports... I just came to give you your jacket back anyways, thanks for lending it to me."

"Oh, sure no problem."

"But thank you for the invite. I ... we… should... probably go."

I finished lamely, handing Soul his jacket, then tugging Crona along towards the exit. This conversation had sent off little warning bells in the back of my head as an image of my no good cheating father popped up. I should have been happy that he seemed at least a bit interested in me, and I was kicking myself internally for not taking up on his offer.

I think I saw a glint of disappointment in his eyes before he schooled his features back to a bored looking gaze, that only made me want to escape faster towards the exit. What the hell was wrong with me?

"HAHAHAHAHA! Look at that scaredy-cat run! She couldn't even handle the Great Me even if she tried!"

Was it just me, or was Black*Star's voice getting more and more annoying every time he opened that big mouth of his? Or maybe my headache was just making me irritable. Whatever the reason was, I would NEVER back-out of a challenge.

Halting just before leaving the court area, I spun around, letting Crona's hand go, and started walking straight for Black*Star at a sure pace.

"M-Maka, I don't think that's such a good idea..."

I ignored my friend's anxious muttering and stood in front of the grinning blue haired bastard. Holding my head high as I spoke; there was NO WAY that I would let him look down on me.

"All right, you're on! I accept your challenge, but when you lose, you'll have to bow down to me and listen to my every whim for a whole day... your godliness."

My words were dripping with sarcasm, but Black*Star's smile only grew wider with the promise of a dare:

"And when YOU lose, you'll bow down to ME, and do everything I tell you for an entire day!"

"Fine!"

I shook his hand, sealing the deal, then turned to Soul. Stomping furiously towards the white haired teen, I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the nearest hoop before facing him.

"All right, what are the rules?"

I crossed my arms in front of me, probably glaring at him, but I didn't care. I was going to wipe that insolent smirk off Black*Star's face.

"Feisty and competitive much?"

I felt my eye twitch at his snarky remark, but it was his mocking smile that sealed his fate.

"Maka-chop."

"Alright, sorry, no need to be violent… Tch, so not cool."

Rubbing his bruised skull, Soul explained the rules while giving me a few pointers concerning Black*Star's gaming habits. For a "bookworm", I was pretty athletic. And knowing a few self-defense moves was always a good idea when you leave the house of your constantly drunk father at the age of 16. But still, shooting a ball through a hoop while trying to dodge an adversary that was jumping around relentlessly was not an easy feat.

About 30 minutes later, I was sprawled on the hot pavement, the warm pebbles digging into my back, breathing hard and feeling like an ice-cream melting under Nevada's summer sun. Black*Star also looked exhausted, sitting against the fence, but grinning wickedly. He had won 10 to 8.

"For someone that never played this game, you've got a pretty good aim. I'll allow you to become one of my loyal followers."

I couldn't hold back a small laughter at what could only be a compliment, coming from him. I had lost most of the points after being forced to give Black*Star the ball back because I kept making mistakes. Who's the idiot that invented the rule that says that you can't do more than three steps once you stop dribbling anyways?

I looked around the court, feeling a little guilty that I had bailed out on Crona to play a stupid one on one, just because I couldn't let a challenge go. That guilty feeling left me when I noticed how Tsubaki was having a passionate conversation about poetry with my friend.

My attention was dragged to the left as a shadow spread over me, blocking-out the blinding sun.

"That was an interesting game. Especially when you used Black*Star as a stool to dunk that last point."

Soul chuckled at the memory as he leaned over me, extending his hand to help me off the floor. I mechanically reached-out to let him pull me to my feet, dusting myself off once he had let go of my hand. That was when I felt an unwanted presence next to me.

"Now, bow before me, peasant!"

I felt my eye twitch some more as Black*Star posed in front of me, but a deal was a deal. I glared at the blue haired jerk, clenching my fists tightly to keep myself from giving him a Maka-chop.

Slowly, and reluctantly, I knelt to the ground and bowed head first for a few seconds, before standing up again, cheeks flaming red with anger and embarrassment, as Black*Star started another monologue on how great and awesome and unbeatable he was. I started feeling another headache coming so I started saying goodbye to Soul when the obnoxious God wannabe jumped right in front of me.

"YOU!"

I raised an eyebrow at him, tempted to break the finger that was rudely pointing at my nose.

"Tomorrow, 8 AM at Giriko's Wild Water-park, and bring my lunch... Slave."

If Crona hadn't been next to me and practically falling asleep while standing, I would have sent him, and that high-and-mighty smirk of his, to hell and back that very instant. Instead I put on a strained smile and bade everyone goodbye. On the way home, I was fuming, but the only reason I wasn't screaming out in frustration in the middle of the road was because I knew that tomorrow I would get my revenge.

The next morning, Crona and I were the first ones to arrive at the water-park's gates. Tsubaki arrived right on time, dragging a half-asleep Black*Star behind her, and Soul showed up about ten minutes later.

As expected of Death City's biggest water-park, during the start of the summer holidays, it was soon going to be overcrowded with people, so we left our stuff at a table and raced off to the biggest water-slides before the waiting line got too long. Crona stayed at the table, sipping on a soda, enjoying the shade with Tsubaki since they didn't feel like going in the water just yet. And who could blame them? At 8:30 the sun hadn't had time to warm up yet, so all the water in the deep pools, and in the zones that stayed in the morning shade, was freezing. Of course, that didn't stop Black*Star from ordering me to jump into every point of water we passed by. After that I had to try every attraction that screamed "danger!". Soul was nice enough to accompany me from time to time, and quickly Black*Star became bored of ordering me around when he saw that I wasn't afraid to go on the scariest looking rides. By 11 o'clock the blue haired idiot had stopped giving me dares as he raced around the park with Soul, trying to do as many rides as possible before lunch.

When I joined our table, I saw Tsubaki soaking up the sun in a navy blue bikini that accentuated her generous figure even more, and Crona reading a poetry book in the shade, dressed in a long-sleeved shirt and matching sweatpants, not wanting to run the risk of getting a sunburn.

About an hour later, Soul and Black*Star arrived; Soul looked pissed while his best friend was grinning evilly from ear to ear.

"Maka! Your God DEMANDS that you kiss Crona on the lips!"

"What?!"

Soul and I exchanged a look after registering that we had shouted-out at the same time. Ignoring the blush on my cheeks, and Soul that was now glaring at the pool next to us, I cleared my throat, choosing my words carefully:

"I'm not going to kiss Crona on the lips, Black*Star, since Crona is like my family, a sibling. So that would be just WRONG."

When I saw the confused look on his face, I wasn't really surprised by his next question:

"So does that make Crona a boy or a girl? I mean, the Great Me doesn't really need to bother with such petty details but, Maka is as flat-chested as Crona, but I can still tell that pig-tails here is a girl..."

"Makaaaaa-chop"

I gave Crona's poetry book back and stormed off to the picnic basket that I had brought for everyone, ignoring the now unconscious blue haired moron laying on the floor.

I had passed over two hours in my closet last night, trying out twelve different bathing suits before deciding that I would be wearing my pink bikini with the frilled top, in hopes that it would hide my lack of boobs. Apparently I was wrong... And what the heck was up with these stupid questions, wasn't Crona's gender obvious?

The rest of the evening was uneventful, other than Black*Star choking on a sandwich in which I had "accidentally" put super spicy hot sauce. After that he declared that I couldn't keep up with his godly needs, and thus canceled our deal of me having to serve him for the rest of the day.

As the sun started to set, we decided to go on a few more rides before the park closed. Crona and Tsubaki were playing a card game while Soul dragged me to an attraction that Black*Start wanted to try out again. It was the Tsunami pool, and it was full of people who wanted to catch the last wave before the end of the day.

As we entered the pool, Soul caught my hand, pulling me along as we weaved our way between other swimmers and floating rubber rings. Black*Star was in front of our little group, pushing his way through the crowd. After a few minutes we had somehow managed to make it to the center of the pool where the biggest waves would form.

The blue haired boy was practically jumping out of the water with excitement while Soul smiled at his friend's antics. When the first wave hit, an alarm went off, notifying the swimmers that the Tsunami pool event was going to start. At first we just followed the curve of the waves, heads staying above the water at all times. As the waves got bigger, we had to swim to not get caught up in the current when the wave broke. It wasn't that strong a wave, but you could still get dragged under for a few seconds if you weren't careful, so I tried staying near Soul and Black*Star. When one of the biggest waves of the attraction was starting to form, a tall guy on a green rubber float bumped into me as the wave picked us up. The man wearing a black and white striped bathing suit started to lose his balance as the wave neared its breaking point. I tried swimming out of his way, but it was too late. The man fell from his frog shaped float, right on top of me, as the wave broke and crashed into the shallow area of the pool, dragging us both under.

After that, my memory is kind of blurry. I know I tried screaming but I only swallowed water as a heavy mass fell on me. And I probably hit my head since I remember a sharp pain before blacking out.

At some point, I think I heard someone calling out my name, but I couldn't really see who was trying to get my attention; I felt so dizzy with everything around me being a hazy mix of colors.

I do remember my lungs burning as fresh air entered them, and those beautiful red eyes telling me everything was going to be fine. I thought that demons only saved damsels in distress in fairy tales, but I guess I was wrong for once.

As the strangest dream washed over me, one with a little girl in a field of wheat, a cat with a ridiculous amount of magic, and a soft-hearted demon, I could hear someone else's beating heart. The sound was a bit fast, yet strong and warm, comforting even. And from time to time I could feel my cheeks and neck tickle with warmth; I knew I was safe.

The next time I woke up, I had another skull splitting headache, even if I was pretty sure that I hadn't been drinking. Opening my eyes to take in my surroundings, I realized that I was in a white hospital room, not sure about how I had gotten there.

The only light in the room came from the small bedside table lamp that was on my right. I didn't have the slightest idea of what time it was, but when I noticed how dark it was outside the nearest window, I figured that we were in the dead of night. Searching for my watch, I turned to my other side and sat up slowly, spotting the sleeping figure that was hunched over the edge of my bed.

Soul was fast asleep, sitting on a chair while his upper body leaned over the mattress, head resting over his crossed arms. I couldn't help the smile that came to my lips as I started combing my fingers through his white hair. For someone with such messy looking locks, it was a wonder that they were as soft as silk. When I felt him move under my touch, I took back my hand as tired red eyes looked up.

"Hey."

"Hey."

His voice was still rough with sleep, but mine probably wasn't any better since he reached out for a cup of water that was on the nightstand next to him, and handed it to me. I whispered a small 'thanks' before taking a few sips, looking around the room to see that we were alone. Once my throat felt a little less dry, I spoke up, voice still a bit raspy:

"What happened?"

Lifting up a single brow, he gave me with an "are you seriously asking me that question?" kind of look before I added:

"I know that some guy fell on me in the Tsunami pool, and that I almost drowned, but after that the details aren't very clear."

Soul looked away, pain and worry marring his features, before answering.

"You did drown, Maka. When I saw you going under and only that bastard came back up, I dived to get to you. And when I dragged you out of the water… you weren't breathing. I've never been so happy in my life that Black*Star had dragged me to those first-aid classes. And he didn't even listen to the instructor, the only reason he went there was to hit on girls in hopes of doing CPR with them."

He let out an amused chuckle, but I saw that haunted look in his gaze, the events of this afternoon were still plaguing his thoughts. Trying to ignore the blush warming up my face at the idea that Soul had kissed me, then scolding myself internally because he had given me CPR to save my life, thus it did NOT count as a kiss, I started up the conversation from there, in hopes to get his mind off things.

"Did that actually work? I mean, the whole "getting paired up with a girl to practice doing CRP" thing?"

It was already bad enough that I couldn't seem to remember our second encounter, so not remembering the first kiss I had with a guy that I actually had a crush on. Well that was just down right pathetic, so there was no way that I would accept this as a kiss.

"Nope, there was actually a dummy for the CPR training. And the rest of the time we were partnered up together."

I smiled at that. Black*Star could be such a clueless idiot sometimes, and even if he was a loud and self-centered clueless idiot, he was still very caring of his friends.

"So where is Black*Star, and everyone else?"

"Tsubaki has a strict curfew so she left a while ago, Black*Star escorted her back. And your friend Crona said something about not knowing how to deal with hospitals and went back to your apartment… I didn't have anything more important to do, so I just stayed."

He gave a small shrug after his last statement, looking away as if it was nothing, but his fists were stuffed deep into his pockets, straining his yellow leather jacket. He seemed to do that every time that he was worried or uncomfortable. I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips. He could be so endearing at times, even when he tried being nonchalant.

"Thank you for saving me, Soul."

I leaned down and gave him a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips, before pulling back, a blush creeping up my cheeks. Giving me his wolfish grin, he took my action as an invitation and got up from the chair besides my bed to sit next to me. Leaning against the headboard, Soul slid his arms around my waist, enclosing me in his warm embrace. I leaned my head against his heart, like I had done earlier today, and once again I felt safe.

"Anytime… just don't try drowning yourself again, I nearly had a heart-attack myself."

I let out a small chuckle as my eyes closed, sleep creeping over us. Maybe we'll leave the hospital hand in hand, and maybe this event did bring us closer to one another. Or perhaps we'll fall into a friendly relationship as we share more of our life stories with one another. Whatever the future holds, let it be good or bad, I could only smile at the unspoken promises as he kissed me sweetly on our second date a few weeks later, making my lips tingle as butterflies soared through my stomach. Even if this wasn't a fairy tale, it's always good to hope, from time to time, that a happy ending isn't too far off.

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