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"You're not real. I really shouldn't be here." He continues running his fingers through my hair and I look up at him from his lap. 

"It's okay, I understand if you stop." 

We're at a park, we meet here... more often than we should. I'm not supposed to spend time with him, but I can't help it.

"I can't. I like being with you too much, I don't care if it's bad for me," he tells me, and I smile at him softly, sitting up and wrapping my arms around his neck, his wrapping around my waist. 

"I love you so much. I'm sorry for everything going on," I say, pulling him closer to me. 

"I love you too, and it's all okay," he pulls me closer as well. 

"Cafe?" I offer, reluctantly pulling away from him and standing from the bench with a slight wince. 

"Yeah, are you okay?" He asks, concern lacing his features as he caringly wraps his arm around my waist to guide me. I love him. 

"I'm alright, got a little hurt at work, I'm okay though," I reply, trying to ignore the aching in my ankle. It was a more dangerous mission, I did almost die - again - but he doesn't need to know that. He doesn't need to worry about me. 

"Okay... Just, take it easy. Piggy back?" He offers, walking in front of me as I nod. 

I happily jump on his back as we go to our favorite cafe - the Beachwood Cafe - and I can't help but wish things never changed. It had to happen. 

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