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It's been a week. 

They're not talking anymore. Have they gotten into a fight? Her smile...became more and more distant. Her bright aura's still there, yet it's gloomier. The days would pass like a blur, yet I never forgot what her smile used to look like. Is she still even alive? She's still fighting. She's trying to make it. 

Why, though?

But no one notices. No one reaches out to her. No one asks her. I can't be the one to ask. I can't go near her. Not now. 

Not when I've waited for years.

Even when I'm supposed to. Does she know what happened before? Does she know the deal? 

If she doesn't, then why does she keep looking at me? It can't be of pure coincidence. She knows, right? Her mom probably told her. 

What am I supposed to do now? She's probably depending on me even when she doesn't completely know me. Maybe...maybe she trusts me. 

Should I take the next step? 

Should I fulfill my promise? 

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