Making Up For A Broken Promise
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Mel gazed calmly at the girl, her poker-face never failing to mask her emotion and perfecting her special brand of smart-assery. "Soo... You're not here to make me feel like trash?"
To this, the girl snorted. It wasn't an offensive snort, meant to torment her, to break her down -- No, it was a laugh-type thing of legitimate happiness, the laugh of someone she knew, someone she wanted to remember.. But couldn't. Blue streaks in her hair, dirty blonde, faint Swedish accent... Who WAS she? It was someone Mel knew, but she just couldn't remember. Judging that she came randomly on a plane, with only the name 'Sofi' to prove she was an actual, sentient being, Mel couldn't seem to remember the promise she initiated 5 years ago.
[Real-Life Characters, Real-life Back-stories, Story that (partially) never happened]
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