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𝕀𝕀 𖣘 𝑰𝑻'𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑶 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮
꧁ꕥ꧂
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*TAKES PLACE BETWEEN EPISODES 3 AND 4*
"Are you... Angela?" Gojo began to smile.
The woman's smile turns into a happy grin. "Yeeessss?"
Gojo's smile turned into an open-mouthed grin.
"Oh my God... Oh. My. Fucking. God...!!!"
"Well," Angela opened her arms. "Can I get a hug—?"
Gojo swooped down and picked up the young woman, enveloping her in a big bear hug, and spun around as he couldn't help but laugh. "Oh my God, I can't believe it!"
It's her. It's really her.
"God, it's been AGES!" Angela said with such glee in her voice as she wraps her arms around Gojo's shoulders. "It's been so long!"
Angela let out a gentle laugh as she rested her nose and face on Gojo's shoulder blade and let out a deep sigh and one last giggle. Gojo returned her gesture by stopping his laughter and letting out a deep sigh into her shoulder blade as well, he could faintly smell the signature shea butter scent that she and her family would always wear so effortlessly. But it was the smell of lavender that he could distinguish strongly, making him mentally go back in time for a moment to when he would always visit her in America whenever they were younger. God, he missed that calming lavender scent.
"It's so good to see you again..." Angela said softly. "I missed you so much."
Gojo said nothing as they stood there in silence, still holding onto each other.
Is this really her? Is this really Angela, that's here in his arms?
The same Angela that always shared her watermelon Jolly Ranchers with him? Who would suck the nectar off honeysuckle flowers in the summer? Who would hog the covers whenever the two would have sleepovers as kids? When she snuck them into her father's private study because he wanted to see what it looked like and stealthily escaped when her father returned? Who would play hide and seek with him at her great-grandmother's giant lavender farm that spread for miles on the southern outskirts of her family's district? And take naps together under the giant weeping willow tree that rested in the center of that lavender farm, breathing in the soothing scent of said flowers?
