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"Ready?" The young couple look at one another before their eyes shift to the backseat of Niko's 2016 Dodge Charger where the mass majority of their neatly folded clothes sat, tied up in black trash bags covering the entire backseat. Xaira nods, giving Niko a gentle smile as she removes her seatbelt.
"This is the right decision, I promise." She assures him, noticing the worry that filled the windows of his soul causing her own to flicker. The two were so connected, intertwined that most of the time neither could tell who was truly feeling what.
Was it Niko's emotions that had somehow found the software of Xaira's or, Xaira's that had creeped through the backdoor of his mind, finding a spot of their own to call home only to rile up the others that had already been in the midst of fighting with one another.
Either way, the two of them always welcomed them with open arms, assuring them that it was safe to be expressive no matter how uncomfortable the feelings may have been to the next person.
"It's the only decision." Niko utters eyes shifting to the blue letters pinned along the building they was just a few yards away from. "Well the day awaits, we have one hell of a journey to embark on!" Xaira leans over the center console and planets a kiss on his stubbly cheek, lightly caressing it while looking into his eyes that begin to gloss over, causing her own to do the same.
Before she can witness his tears let alone let her's fall she opens the door and steps out, feeling the warm June breeze against her exposed arms. "I have such cute outfits, I'm sure whoever stumbles across them would just love them." She says with a forced smile, holding back tears.
"Yours too, whoever finds your shoe collection is going to be set for life!" She tries her best to be enthusiastic but even Niko knew that she was putting on a front but it helped.
"I'm sure of it.' he tosses a bag over his shoulder while tucking the other underneath his muscular one. Holding them both in place as his eyes follow Xaira and her hand movements, taking her sweet time in gathering her three small bags of clothes. Once in hand, she shuts the door and looks across the roof at him noticing a sly smile along his plump lips.
"Is it bad that I feel good about this?" He questions, eyes filled with tears. Xaira shakes her head as her tears fall. They had made this decision two times only to back out last minute due to fear but the two of them had spent the last four months getting everything in order so now was the time to take action.
Niko walks around the back of his car, reaching for Xaira's small hand. Once interlocked the couple look at one another then at the thrift shop they'd be leaving their clothes. Xaira releases a breath and takes the lead, pulling Niko through the parking lot until the chime of the door grabs the attention of the employees inside.
