The next morning, in Stefan's mansion, he watched as Dorothy packed everything she would need. Today was the day she was leaving for school.
"Alright, I'm set," Dorothy informed him once she was done.
"I didn’t see you take any of my clothes. You should take them, love, because what if you get cold and need someone to hold? I’m sure my shirt would fit into that space," Stefan said.
Dorothy smiled and walked closer to him, standing between his legs and resting her arms on his shoulders.
"I already took plenty of your clothes, love," she said.
"Oh? Then did you take—"
"Everything, love. I took everything," Dorothy cut him off, giving him a knowing smile. She knew Stefan wished she didn’t have to leave—she wished the same—but there wasn’t much choice. She had to go.
"Seems like you're
