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“I’d imagine.” She turned toward him, admiring the way the sunset seemed to set his hair aflame. Of all the people she could have met, he was certainly not the worst. Though he was distracting. Jasmine leaned upon the railing, admiring the view, thinking on how far she’d come and far she’d traveled. 

@heroicsism

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“If I asked you not to ask, would you still ask anyway?” Perri looked up at her father. Knowing him he probably would. It was how he operated, she supposed. He worried too much. She didn’t exactly blame him though. After all he pretty much had every reason to worry about her wellbeing. 

But she didn’t feel like having the same conversation that was literally like beating a dead horse. She couldn’t escape her fate. No matter how much she wanted too. But she couldn’t bring herself to tell him about it either, because if she did. The fraction of hope she’d managed to bring back would fade into nothing. And she couldn’t be the cause of that.