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.・゜-: ✧ :-Today-: ✧ :-゜・．

I stood up, grabbed my jacket, and marched outside. After a few minutes, I reached a café.
"What do you want?" I asked a guy as soon as I stood by his table.
"Oh, no 'Hello' or 'How are you?'" He replied sarcastically, my smile just as sharp.
"Trust me, Liam, I don't have time for this nonsense," I said, sitting across from him.
"Oh, my little Rose, always busy trying to get her life together," he replied, taking a sip of his coffee. I scoffed.
"Why did you text me?" I changed the topic.
"Give me a second chance." Straight to the point, just like always. It never failed to catch me off guard.
"I told you months ago that I'm not interested anymore. I don't have time for relationships, and you know that," I explained calmly. He didn't deserve to be yelled at.
"I know. But we were so happy," he protested quietly, reaching for my hands. I sighed.
"I'm sorry. Really. But you know my life, and I have more important things to do," I said gently.
"I understand," he muttered, lowering his head.
"I'm sorry, but the world needs saving," I added.
He nodded, though I could see the disappointment on his face. "Alright. But let's stay in touch."
I nodded too. "Sure," I said, smiling as I pulled my hands from his.

-: ✧ :-゜・.a few years ago.・゜-: ✧ :-　　

I was finally released from the Commission and had my body back. But I wasn't ready to see my family yet. So, I went to my favorite spot. When I arrived, there was already a boy sitting there, about my age.
He turned around when he heard my footsteps and smiled.
"Hello, stranger."
"Hello," I mumbled, sitting down on the bench silently. I didn't want to talk, but he didn't seem to care and sat next to me.
"Why are you here?" he asked, but I just shot him a cold look.
"None of your business," I replied coolly.
He sighed and looked out into the distance. "I come here whenever I need to sort out my thoughts or when everything gets too overwhelming." He spoke openly, as if trying to gain my trust.
I sighed softly. "Same."
He smiled. "Then maybe we're not so different after all."
I laughed, short and dry. "Oh no, we're very different."
He looked at me curiously, and eventually, I began telling him about my past. He listened attentively, never interrupting, and comforted me with gentle touches-sometimes placing his hand on mine or stroking my hair.
That evening ended with us kissing and going to his apartment. But it stopped at just the kisses.

.・゜-: ✧ :-today-: ✧ :-゜・．

I left the café and saw Allison waving at me. I quickly ran over to her car and got in.
"Where are we going?" I asked as I buckled my seatbelt.
"To find out who this bastard Harold Jenkins really is," she replied determinedly. I nodded, and she drove off.

When we arrived at the crime scene, we saw several police officers standing around. We sat in the car for a few more minutes until Allison turned to me.
"Who was the guy at the café?" Her question caught me off guard, and I turned my gaze to the window.
"He's my ex. I met him after I left the Academy."
Allison nodded, but she grinned mischievously. "Did you two...?"
I gasped and turned to her. "Are you crazy? No, nothing happened. I didn't want to."
"Why not?"
"I just wasn't ready."
"Because you were waiting for Five," her eyes sparkled mischievously, and I gave her a playful smack on the arm. Instead of answering, I got out of the car. Allison chuckled and followed me, putting on her sunglasses and suddenly quickening her steps.
"Vanya," she whispered as she picked up a scarf from a signpost. My eyes widened in shock, and we rushed to the scene.