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Damien doesn’t bother to walk me back to the front of the building. I don’t know what’s gotten into him. No matter how hard I think, I don’t understand his reaction, which I find a bit excessive. He doesn’t take off his helmet. I give him back the one he lent me. “Well... Our paths separate here?” I say, softly, as if to slow down time. “We must believe…” “I would love for us to see each other again, Damien. I had a great time with you. I really want us to do this again.” Shut your mouth! a small inner voice says to me. You’ll scare him away even more! “I don’t know, Madeline,” he said sadly, finally removing his helmet. I don’t give him time to think and jump into his arms, burying my face in his neck, to soak up his scent. He doesn’t close his arms around me. I feel like nothing, ve
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