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Mia saw the blur of a person before they ducked inside. She didn’t expect that person to be Billie. Though she knew it was a foolish thought Mia had hoped to avoid her until graduation. The pain and regret from their relationship was still too fresh for her comfort. And deep down she knew she still cared for her. “No umbrella? How like you.” The words hurt her more than she thought it would hurt Billie.
Not necessarily the reaction she was expecting, though, she wasn't exactly sure what she expected from Mia, “Don’t own an umbrella. So, that made the decision pretty easy.” One of her roommates definitely did, but Billie hadn’t bothered to check before she’d left. She paused, eyes flicking over the other quickly, “Doesn’t look like you have one either, so, we’re even.” They weren't even, not even a little bit, Billie knew that, but that extended much further than just their mutual lack of umbrellas.





