[ And though he's still burned and bloody and looks generally exhausted, something very soft settles around Alex, and he's for a moment remembering the night they met, two insomniacs looking at the stars.
Could he ever have known just what an important person she'd be? Life really is funny like that. Making your own fate... ]
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Could he ever have known just what an important person she'd be? Life really is funny like that. Making your own fate... ]
Same here, Sayori. Right back at you.