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After a while, Scar got a bit anxious. Joesph fidgeted. "I'll check on her—" Scar sighed, patting his lips with a napkin. "No, no. I'll go." He stood, going to where he knew she'd be. So emotion lately, he thought to himself. He went to the music room. She always went there when she was very upset. He wondered what was bothering her now. Sure enough, she sat at the piano unflinching, staring at it. He looked out at the ballroom where they had their first real encounter. Where they began. "It brings back memories, doesn't?" He mused. She clenched her teeth, standing, knocking the piano chair down as she did. His gaze swung to her, as she ran to him. On instinct he caught her, as she embraced him. And on instinct, he pushed her away. Just slightly, but away. "What's wrong?" He ask
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