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If I'm being honest with you I'm definitely not happy about this arrangement. I hate the fact that I'm forced to spend time with Dixie.
It's not just annoying, it makes my heart ache in ways I'm not even sure are good or bad. Being near her is like a twisted mix of frustration and something I can't quite put my finger on.
As I wait by the door opposite her's, I see Dixie coming out of the room. Despite everything, I can't help but notice her features.
Her damp hair clings to her face, framing those green eyes. She's wearing a loose top and baggy jeans, looking like she’s ready for anything but a hospital visit.
There's a certain manner she walks with , it's like she's coming to me with a fight. Ish.
She looks tired, probably from the lack of sleep and the constant stress
