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"here".

I close my phone and thump up the stairs, breathing out smiles.

I see a light outside the door. It's her. I open the door, glance at the black dress I saw her buy, smile again. "Hey," I said.

"Hey," she said. She's tired. Her under-eyes are as dark as a bruise. I choose to ignore mentioning the mistletoe, walking towards the stairs and smiling. Always smiling.

We talk about Roses. I show her the bargain I Was a fool to make, but would again.

Later, her face, pale and angry, the glimmering eyes heavy with unshed tears. Promising to protect me, like a champion from my books. Trying to get rid of Him.

I never want to see that look on your face again.
And if you stay with this world, I know I will.
I hope I'm wrong.
I don't want you to go.

This.... is conflict.