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You know when you hear an old favorite song and it fills you with a warm, happy feeling at the familiar tune? Yeah, that’s what listening to her laugh did to me, and despite it being new, it feels like my heart knows its tune already.
Aurora tilts her head, studying me like I’ve got two heads. “Are we becoming friends, Fields?” I level her with a no-bullshit expression. “Yeah, I think we did. So, what about those plans?”
Aurora stands at that, clutching Pickles’s leash in one hand. “Why are you carrying my backpack?” She steps beside me, and we begin descending as I think of what to say. “You have the dog, and it’s dark. I don’t need your heavy bag slowing you down,” I somewhat lie because although it’s partly true, I also want to do something for her. I want to take care of Aurora Vallacourt, and once I start, there’s no stopping.
“Nothing. You’re just going to steal my pen, then?” She turns to me with a teasing smirk, a glint in her eyes. “Yup. I’ll think of it and remember the time my best friend missed me so much, he pretended I forgot a pen just to come and see me.”
“Tell me one of your most embarrassing stories.” “And why should I do that?” “It’ll make me smile?” I suggest, hoping that’s enough. “Okay.”
“Promise me? Promise me that no matter what happens, we won’t lose sight of us, nor our dreams,”
“I promise you, Rory. I don’t break my promises. We’re going to make ourselves proud and do it together,”
