“Charlie-” she began, his name tinted with pain, her dark eyes unwavering from his. “Let me go.” the words were said clearly, strength behind them. 

Shock was the initial reaction, then there was brief flash of enjoyment, but it took perhaps half a second before she was separating herself from him, her hands pushing at his shoulders with a strength most would not expect.  

   “I only ever like Valentine’s for the discount chocolates that I can buy the next day.”

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[ text: IGNORE ALL CONTACT ]:  And tomorrow’s Sunday. Both of these things                                                           occur once a week, without fail. 

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