the progress project [3]

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fiona

she is in the same restaurant as... and even though she's wearing a black dress this time, it does nothing to stop her past from haunting her. this was a bad idea this was a bad idea this was a—

christian is standing in front of her, hands in his pockets. his navy suit is a contrast against his pale skin, and his blonde hair is tousled from his hand. he sits across from her, hands clenched together. "you wanted to see me?"

she holds his stare. "this is where elijah and i were the night of... the night of the accident."

christian is up in a flash, taking long strides until pushing through the doors, leaving fiona with her mouth agape and eyes watering.