Soren

@sorenwolfgang

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her fingertips rested on his jaw, not quite cupping his cheek, just enough to keep herself close without crowding him, she wasn’t the kind to be all over someone. he was being so gentle it made her want to stay right there, she felt… safe. when he rested his forehead against hers, her eyes fluttered closed, trying to steady her breathing. "you want to know a lot of things," she chuckled nervously, unsure if she was that interesting. "you make me feel safe in this moment," she admitted, "i guess i can tell you one fact a day so you don’t get overwhelmed with me," she added with a soft laugh, opening her eyes again to meet his. as he said he didn’t want to rush things, she let out a quiet sigh. "that’s okay," she nodded, "i’ve never liked rushing, the one time i did, it didn’t end well," she confessed. as he listed the little things he wanted to know about her, her gaze dropped to his lips for a second, taking in every word. his hand rested on her waist, and for a moment she simply enjoyed the closeness. then he closed the distance, catching her lower lip between his teeth, and her eyes widened briefly, heart racing as she looked at him. for a second, she was speechless. but instead of saying anything, she leaned in again, pressing a deeper kiss to his lips this time, her fingers still resting along his jaw as she moved just a little closer, letting that slow, charged moment he had started settle between them.

Soren stayed close enough to feel her warmth, but not so close that it became overwhelming, measured, deliberate, like everything he did. His eyes tracked the smallest shifts in her expression: the nervous laugh, the way her gaze dropped to his mouth, the quiet honesty when she admitted she felt safe. It didn’t escape him. Nothing really did. At her fingertips resting lightly against his jaw, his gaze flicked there for a brief moment, softening just slightly, before returning to her eyes. He didn’t move away. He never seemed in a rush to break contact, only to understand it better. Soren’s mouth tilted faintly, almost amused. “One a day sounds like a limitation you’re placing on yourself, not me,” he said quietly, voice steady. “I’m not in a hurry to know you. I’m in it to actually understand you.” At her confession about rushing things, his expression didn’t change much, but his attention sharpened, like he was filing it away carefully. “Then we don’t rush,” he replied simply. “Rushing ends in heartbreak. I'm down to see how things go slowly." His hand settled at her waist with a calm certainty, grounding rather than claiming, his thumb stilling there as he listened to her breathing even out. He noticed everything: the way she looked at his lips, the pause in her focus, the tension that built in the space between them. When he closed the distance and caught her lower lip between his teeth, it was controlled, intentional, just enough to shift the air between them. His eyes stayed on hers immediately after, watching the reaction flicker across her face. For a moment, Soren didn’t speak. He just observed. Then she moved in first. As she deepened the kiss, his composure didn’t break; it simply adjusted. His hand at her waist tightened slightly, not pulling her in abruptly, but anchoring her there as he met her properly this time. He responded with the same slow, deliberate intensity he carried in everything else. Soren broke the kiss only just enough to breathe, his focus never really leaving her. His hands shifted with quiet intent, sliding from her waist to her wrists in a slow, unhurried motion, guiding, not grabbing. He turned her hands gently in his hold, as if studying them for a second longer than necessary, eyes flicking over her fingers with that same attentive precision. Then, without breaking eye contact for long, he lifted her hands slightly and pressed a calm, deliberate kiss to her fingertips, one, then another, measured and unshowy, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “You’re dangerous, you know that?” he said quietly, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his mouth. His eyes flicked over her face, lingering like he was memorising her reactions. “Not in a loud way. In an I stop paying attention to anything else kind of way.” A pause, just long enough to let it land. Then, softer, almost like it slipped out before he could overthink it: “I think I like that more than I should do I could write so much poetry about you."

vivian had never been much of a talker. it wasn’t that she didn’t have things to say—she just grew up learning that her voice didn’t always matter. eight foster homes had a way of teaching someone that. still, beneath the quiet, there was warmth in her, something soft and bright that only showed itself when she felt safe enough. with soren, some of those layers had slowly started to peel away. they had gone out a few times already, and even though love hadn’t exactly been kind to her in the past, she found herself feeling hopeful again. she just wasn’t the kind of person to make the first move. so when soren said he wanted to risk it and leaned in, she smiled softly, her head tilting just a little as their lips met. her hand rested against his chest and she could feel his heartbeat beneath her palm, quick and uneven, and it made her realize she wasn’t the only one nervous. the kiss was gentle, unhurried—just a first kiss, without pressure or expectation. when he rested his forehead against hers afterward, a small giggle slipped out of her, pure nerves. she smiled warmly, eyes lifting to his for a brief moment when he nudged his nose against hers. later that night she’d probably thank the rats for forcing them into that moment. when his hand settled at her waist she didn’t pull away, letting him guide her down onto the bed while he steadied himself with a hand beside her shoulder. “more than okay,” she promised softly, propping herself up on her forearms before leaning in to kiss him again, this time taking the lead just a little even though he had started it. she wanted him to see that side of her—the one that could be brave, that could choose something for herself. the only quiet wish in the back of her mind was that this time things would be different, that he wouldn’t hurt her the way someone else once had.

Soren’s hand lingered gently at her waist, feeling the subtle warmth of her skin beneath his palm, his thumb brushing softly in slow, careful circles as if he could reassure her with the movement alone. When she leaned in for the second kiss, he met her halfway, letting the gentleness of the moment guide him. He kept his body close but relaxed, giving her room to lead without hesitation, and the faint unevenness of his own heartbeat only made him more attentive to hers. When they pulled back slightly, he rested his forehead against hers again, letting out a quiet, soft breath. “You don’t have to worry,” he murmured, voice low and steady. “I’m not going anywhere, and I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to know you, really know you. What you like, what makes you laugh, what makes you feel safe.” He smiled, gentle and careful, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. “I want to take my time with you, if that’s okay.” His gaze lingered on hers, warm and open, quietly asking for permission to keep learning her, piece by piece, in the safest way he could offer. “Even the little things,” he added softly, tilting his head with a small, teasing glint in his eye. “Like what your favorite song is or if you like chocolate more than vanilla." He stayed close, letting the moment breathe, careful not to overwhelm her, his hand still resting lightly at her waist, his presence a quiet promise of patience and care. His lips brushed softly against hers, just enough to graze, and then, almost on impulse, he gently bit her lower lip. It was soft, teasing, playful without being rough, he tugged it back lightly with his teeth, a slow, mischievous movement.

vivian didn’t know if what she’d done would be considered brave by everyone else; she was just trying to be honest, even if it was hard— even if part of her would’ve preferred keeping those thoughts to herself. but she knew that staying quiet wouldn’t get her anywhere. things weren’t easy. feelings weren’t easy. still, he wasn’t her ex-girlfriend. maybe this time she could just be herself and trust him enough to believe he wouldn’t hurt her. she didn’t know whether that counted as a big step or a small one, but it was a place to start, regardless of what anyone else might do. she felt happy around soren. safe. comfortable. when he shifted closer, a shy smile curved her lips. as he lifted his hand and brushed his thumb gently over the corner of her mouth, her breath hitched, heart skipping at the simple touch. “i don’t think they care enough to notice you sneaking in,” she whispered, the words barely more than air. at what he said next, she glanced down for a second before meeting his eyes again, something soft settling in her expression. she lifted her hand to his cheek and leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a gentle kiss—the kind she’d been thinking about for longer than she wanted to admit.

Soren didn’t think what Vivian did was just brave, he thought it was precious. The way she tried to be honest, even when it scared her a little, made something warm bloom in his chest. He could tell it wasn’t easy for her. He could see it in the careful way she chose her words, in the quiet pauses between them. But she still chose to speak. He didn’t see her trust as something small or something to measure. To him, it was delicate, like being handed something made of glass and sunlight. He didn’t want to rush it. He didn’t want to drop it. He just wanted to hold it gently and prove, without big dramatic promises, that she was safe with him. When he shifted closer, it wasn’t bold or calculated. It was instinct. Like gravity had quietly decided she was where he belonged. And when he brushed his thumb over the corner of her mouth, it was almost absentminded, a gentle little gesture because he’d been looking at her lips and thinking how pretty her shy smile was. Her whisper made him grin slightly, playful but soft. “Good,” he murmured back, his voice low and teasing in the most innocent way. “Then I’ll risk it.” But the teasing faded the second she looked at him like that, soft, thoughtful, something deeper behind her eyes. He felt it. The shift. The way the air changed. When her hand touched his cheek, he stilled completely. Not tense, just careful. His heart was beating so loudly he was sure she could feel it. And when she leaned in and kissed him, gentle and sweet and a little shy, Soren melted into it without hesitation. He didn’t rush. Didn’t take more than she offered. He just kissed her back softly, like he’d been waiting for her to decide it was okay. The kiss wasn’t dramatic or overwhelming. It was warm. Tender. The kind that makes your chest feel too small to hold everything inside it. When they pulled apart, he rested his forehead lightly against hers, smiling in that quiet, boyish way he only ever showed when he felt something real. He didn’t say anything big. He didn’t need to. But if she’d looked closely, she would’ve seen it in his eyes, he wasn’t going anywhere. Then, almost shyly playful, he nudged his nose against hers. It wasn’t dramatic. It was soft. A little clumsy, even, like he’d thought about doing it for a while and finally gave in. The small brush of his nose against hers made him grin, eyes half-lidded and warm. His hand slid carefully to her waist, giving her plenty of time to react, to stop him if she wanted. With slow, gentle pressure, he guided her back onto the bed beneath them, not in a forceful way, not in a claiming way. More like he was following the natural pull between them. He moved with her, careful and attentive, one hand braced beside her shoulder so his weight never fully pressed down on her. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his thumb lingering softly near her temple. “Still okay?” he asked quietly, searching her expression. There was a small, playful curve to his mouth, but underneath it was something sincere. He needed to know.

as he told her he didn’t find it embarrassing how she had told him she liked him, she looked at him. she felt a flicker of embarrassment—she had spoken her mind, but if she was honest, she didn’t know why she had done it in that moment. she needed to get it out of her system, and it was probably what she would have told shauni to do. “amazing?” she asked, genuinely surprised. “that’s true,” she nodded, a small smile on her lips as she glanced at him for a fraction of a second before looking away again. she noticed him shifting on the bed, leaning back casually against the edge, and she nodded at his words. “two people who like each other?” she asked, as if she couldn’t quite believe what he was saying. “sounds like a solid plan,” she nodded. she walked away to grab a blanket, as if she needed a moment to breathe after realizing soren liked her back, to clear her head. when he caught her attention again, she looked at him. “i don’t know if anyone saw you sneaking in,” she mused, her voice calm, though deep down she wondered if he cared about anyone seeing him there. she pushed the thought aside and walked back to the bed, seeing him resting so casually, as if he belonged there. “uhm,” she thought. “you can sleep next to me,” she nodded, sitting on the bed, cheeks still red. she rested against the headboard, looking at him, and it felt comfortable, like they had done this a million times before. “i’m such a bad sleepover host, what do you want to do?”

Soren met her look without hesitation, his expression steady and open. He told her, calmly and honestly, that yes, amazing. Not embarrassing, not awkward. Just brave. He explained, matter-of-fact, that saying what she felt took guts, and he respected her for it. Simple could be good. When she questioned it again, he gave a small, reassuring smile and confirmed it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Two people who liked each other. That was all he meant. Nothing more demanded, nothing less dismissed. As she walked off for the blanket, he stayed where he was, relaxed but attentive. At her invitation to sleep beside her, he didn’t tease or make it a big deal. He just nodded, appreciative, and shifted closer with an ease that matched hers, like it really had happened a thousand times already. When she asked what he wanted to do, he glanced at her, eyes warm, a hint of a smile tugging at his mouth. “Honestly?” he said, friendly and soft. “I’m good with whatever you want.” Then, just a touch more playful, he added, “But for the record, lying here with you sounds like a pretty great start.” Soren shifted closer, just enough to close the space without crowding her. His eyes flicked to her mouth for a brief second before he lifted his hand, thumb brushing gently at the corner of her lips. “Nobody saw me come in, right?” he asked, tone casual but warm, like it mattered only a little, enough to be playful about it. “That means we can do whatever two people who like each other do, if you want?"

cassiehernandez

cassie was transparent, what you saw was what you got with her; there was no malice, no pretending things were perfect, just rawness and quiet. she didn’t push, didn’t want to expose him or turn things loud, she just wanted a place in the world. as he talked about the girl who’d been on his mind, she leaned lightly against her chair. “i get it,” she nodded, “but do you want to live asking yourself that question every day? wondering if she likes you back or not?” she asked softly, then added, “if you’d rather know and rip the bandaid off, i would tell her.” cassie shrugged, thinking that maybe if she’d asked her old boyfriend how he felt about her leaving everything to take care of her grandpa, maybe they’d still be together, maybe they would’ve figured it out. when he said he thought she was strong because she went to therapy, she shrugged again. “we go to the doctor to check our eyesight, why not our mind?” she said. “as lame as it sounds, i don’t know how to pretend. what you see is what you get, and i don’t know if it’s obvious, but i’m not fine,” she let out a small chuckle. “maybe you’ll find the time to go someday, maybe it helps, maybe you think it won’t, but you have to do what feels right for you.” cassie smiled when he said he’d try to find the strength to tell that girl how he felt, nodding. “you’ll be fine,” she assured him. when he thanked her, she smiled again. “well, i’m glad i made you feel like you fit in, at least for a little,” she said honestly, because it felt the same to her. “it was really easy talking to you,” she added softly. “i don’t know how this usually works, if i told you about my friendships you’d probably be surprised, but if you want to do this again, any other day, maybe we could just text each other?”

Soren shifted slightly in his seat, thoughtful, eyes on her as if he was really there with her in the moment. “I like how you say things,” he told her honestly. “You don’t push, and you don’t soften the truth just to make it easier to hear.” He smiled a little. “That makes it easier to answer you without pretending.” When she asked about living with the question every day, he nodded. “You’re right,” he admitted. “I don’t think I want to keep wondering. Hearing you say it out loud kind of… puts it in focus.” At her shrug about therapy, he let out a quiet breath of a laugh. “No, that actually makes sense,” he said. “And I meant what I said—you are strong. Not because you’re fine, but because you don’t pretend to be.” His voice softened. “I don’t see that as a flaw. I think it’s refreshing.” Her reassurance didn’t go unnoticed. “Thank you,” he said sincerely. “It means a lot coming from you.” And when she mentioned fitting in, he shook his head slightly. “It wasn’t just for a little,” he replied. “You made it easy to be here. To talk.” He smiled when she said it was easy talking to him, meeting her openness with his own. “It really was,” he agreed. “I don’t feel like I had to explain myself, and that doesn’t happen often.” At her suggestion, he didn’t hesitate. “Yeah,” he said simply. “I’d like that. We can text. No pressure—just… talk. Whenever.” His tone stayed warm. Soren hesitated for a second, then reached for his wallet, flipping it open with an almost absent-minded ease. He pulled out a bill, folded it once, and set it gently on the table between them, like he didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. He glanced up at her, a small, warm smile tugging at his mouth. “Drink and whatever food you want today is on me,” he said lightly, almost playful, but sincere. He gave a small shrug, like he was brushing it off even though he meant it. “Think of it as my good deed for the day. Thanks for being a friend to me today."

vivian nodded at his question. “we are,” she said softly, nodding again. “i’d even say she’s my best friend.” she really was grateful to have shauni in her life, someone who mattered that much to her, someone who felt like a sister after everything she had lost in the car accident, after moving from one foster home to another, shauni had been the one who made her feel like she’d finally found family. vivian wasn’t good at relationships; after being cheated on by an ex-girlfriend, she’d learned to navigate around them differently, mostly by avoiding them altogether. but with soren, things felt easy. maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her, but she felt comfortable, like she wanted to be there with him. still, she was a mess—blushing, nervous over the smallest things, painfully aware of it all. and then she said the thing that had been sitting in her mind for a while, immediately wanting to disappear. when he said her name so softly, she looked at him, her heart feeling like it might leap out of her chest. when he told her she hadn’t embarrassed herself, her brows furrowed. “i did embarrass myself,” she insisted. when he said she’d been brave for telling him, she braced herself, certain the rejection was coming, like a bucket of cold water about to be poured over her head—but then he said he liked her too. vivian froze, stunned by his words, feeling his hand close around her wrist to keep her from pulling away, blushing even harder and feeling ridiculous for it. “yeah, rats,” she chuckled, moving back to sit on the bed. “okay,” she nodded, relieved at the idea that if he didn’t tell anyone, she could still exist around the place without feeling watched or judged. she looked at him, silently wishing he’d tell her what came next. “so… what happens now?” she asked softly, her gaze flickering from his eyes to his lips for just a second before she shook her head. “i’m getting an extra blanket.”

Soren let out a soft laugh when she insisted she’d embarrassed herself, shaking his head as he watched her retreat to the bed. The blush on her cheeks only made her look even sweeter than she already was to him. “Hey,” he said gently, voice still warm and steady, “if that was embarrassing, then I’m clearly doing life wrong—because I thought it was kind of amazing.” His smile softened, less cocky now, more sincere. “You trusted me enough to say something. That counts for a lot. Communication is under-rated nowadays. Words are so important." When she asked what happened next, Soren paused—not because he didn’t know, but because he wanted to be careful with her. He leaned back against the edge of the bed, relaxed, one knee bouncing slightly as he looked at her. “What happens now,” he said slowly, thoughtfully, “is whatever you’re comfortable with.” He met her eyes again, confidence still there, but grounded in care. “No pressure. No expectations. We’re still us—roommates, friends, two people who like each other now." Her glance at his lips didn’t go unnoticed. He smiled at that, just a little smug, but kind. “And maybe,” he added lightly, “we see where it goes from there. It's out in the clear and we see what happens." At the mention of the extra blanket, Soren chuckled, watching her as she went to get an extra blanket for them from somewhere in her room. Soren tilted his head slightly, a playful curiosity slipping into his expression as he looked at her. His voice dropped just a touch, still easy but more private. “Hey,” he asked casually, brows lifting, “does anybody else know I snuck into your room?" Soren drummed his fingers lightly against his thighs, the restless energy giving him away just a bit as he shuffled back on the bed to get more comfortable. He shifted until he had a better spot to lean into, stretching out with an easy, familiar confidence—like sharing space with her already felt natural. He glanced over at Vivian, tone gentle but casual, giving her an out without making it awkward. “So,” he asked, a small smile tugging at his mouth, “how do you usually sleep?” Then, with a soft chuckle, he added, “Do you want me here next to you or top and tail?”

cassiehernandez

maybe that night cassie would write in her journal about how she had not only tried a new place but also randomly talked to a stranger, and how for once she didn’t feel like she was someone the other person had to tolerate. it was nice talking to soren — for some reason she felt like they had clicked, not in a romantic way, but in that rare, quiet way where someone simply feels familiar. he didn’t seem bothered by her presence, he spoke softly, and he never made her feel like she was being annoying. she liked that calmness he carried, or at least the part of it he was letting her see. “you don’t need to prove you deserve her,” she assured; life was already hard enough without people throwing their own stones in their own way — she had learned that the hard way. “he’s nice,” she nodded, “that’s why i think everyone should go to therapy, even for the smallest things.” she no longer felt embarrassed about it; therapy had helped her through her depression, and even if she was still there, still taking her pills and learning to adapt to a new place, she felt relieved to have someone she could vent to. “that’s all you,” she added, “i just repeated something a therapist told me once.” cassie smiled gently. “i hope that girl decides to stay when you tell her,” she said, “maybe this christmas you won’t be single.” she laughed softly, warmth touching her expression. “and… thanks for listening to me. it was nice.”

Soren hadn’t expected the night to unfold the way it did. He’d only stopped by to clear his head, not to end up talking with a stranger who somehow felt anything but strange. Yet Cassie sat across from him, speaking with a softness that didn’t make him tense or guarded, and he found himself listening more intently than he usually allowed himself to. She didn’t push, didn’t pry — just existed opposite him. It was nice. “It’s hard not to feel like I do,” he admitted, voice low. “She’s… good. Better than most people I’ve known. I just don’t want to mess it up.” He watched her talk about therapy without shame, her honesty striking him more than she probably realised. She carried her struggles without pretending they weren’t there, and something about that transparency made him relax in a way he didn’t with most people. “I think it’s strong that you went,” he told her. “Most people pretend they’re fine. You don’t.” There was no judgment in his tone — only something warm, steady. “I probably should’ve gone a long time ago if I'm honest." She downplayed her wisdom by saying she was just repeating something her therapist once told her, and Soren huffed a quiet, almost amused breath. “Well, you repeated it at the right time,” he said. “So… thanks.” When she wished him luck a faint, embarrassed smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I hope so too,” he murmured. “Hopefully I'll be brave enough to actually tell her ... someday." When Cassie thanked him for listening, Soren lifted his gaze to her, something unguarded showing in his expression. He shook his head slowly, almost surprised she felt she owed him anything. “You don’t need to thank me,” he said, his voice low but sincere. After a moment, he added, “If anything… I should be thanking you.” He let out a quiet breath, the kind that sounded like someone admitting something they rarely said out loud. “It’s been hard trying to connect anywhere,” he confessed. “I haven’t really felt like I fit in lately.” His eyes softened, meeting hers. “So… thanks for being a friend today.” The word friend wasn’t casual coming from him — it carried weight. He gave a small, almost embarrassed huff of a laugh. “It was nice to get shit off my chest. I'd say to a stranger but you feel like more than that to me now."

she followed him into the room and the nerves hit harder, curling tight in her stomach for reasons she couldn’t name. “she really does,” she said of shauni, forcing a small laugh, “life of the party and interior designer, apparently.” but when soren gently stopped her rambling, she looked up at him with wide, nervous eyes—caught, exposed, unsure what to do with the attention. as he sat beside her and his knee touched hers, she froze for half a second, then tried to play it off, but the moment he smirked and called her cute her cheeks went warm so fast she couldn’t deny it even if she tried. “you’re crazy,” she muttered before dropping back onto the bed beside him, staring up at him while he leaned on his hands like he belonged there. “there’s no point in lying, is there? i’m totally blushing,” she admitted with a tiny laugh. when she finally spoke again her voice was softer, steadier than she expected. “you can sleep with me. i… wouldn’t mind.” she didn’t look away, not at first, her leg still pressed to his because she liked the closeness more than she wanted to admit. and then the words slipped out—shauni-level reckless honesty—before she could stop herself: “if i’m blushing it’s because maybe i like you.” immediately she shot up, covering her face with both hands, mortified. “forget i said that, oh my god,” she groaned, pacing a step away. “i’m going to disappear real quick, this is too embarrassing.”

He glanced at her as she rambled about Shauni, a soft smile tugging at his mouth—one that said he heard every word. Soren’s brow quirked slightly as he watched Vivian shift, a small, thoughtful smirk tugging at his lips. He leaned back just enough to keep the space comfortable but close enough to gauge her reaction. “Are you two close?” he asked, voice low and careful. “You seem it." He let the question hang for a moment, watching her eyes flicker, giving her room to answer honestly while making it clear he was genuinely interested And the moment his knee brushed hers and she tensed, he almost chuckled—almost—because her reaction was so honest, so painfully sweet. Then her cheeks flushed and he knew she knew he saw it. His smirk softened into something warmer. As soon as she said he could sleep with her, Soren’s head tilted slightly, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “I wouldn’t mind either,” he said quietly, his knee pressing just slightly more into hers, intentional this time. "I won't take too much room, don't worry." But when her reckless honesty flooded out and she jolted upright, covering her face like she wanted to vanish, Soren didn’t move at first. “Viv,” he said softly, the kind of soft that shut down storms. “Hey. Look at me.” He waited until she finally peeked. “I’m not forgetting anything you said,” he told her, voice strong but warm. “And I’m definitely not running from it.” He moved closer, if possible. “You didn’t embarrass yourself,” Soren added, eyes locked on hers like he meant every syllable. “You told the truth. That’s… kind of brave.” A faint smile tugged at his mouth—gentle, not teasing. “And for the record?” he said, voice dropping just enough to feel like a confession. “I like you too.” Soren’s hand reached out slowly, brushing against her wrist. His thumb traced a soft, deliberate line over her skin, grounding her without words at first. “And you’re not running out there,” he murmured, voice low and steady, threading warmth and authority into the words. “We hate rats in the house, remember?” He gave her wrist another gentle stroke, eyes meeting hers so she couldn’t look away. “Nobody needs to know what you just said. Just me. Our secret… promise.”

words weren’t vivian’s thing — probably soren’s, because in her mind he was a living poet, but she wasn’t. she had to think about what she wanted to say a few times before it sounded natural, and speaking without that time only made her trip over her words. when he told her to relax, vivian took a deep breath. she was nervous, and it showed. she felt his fingers brush against her arm, which didn’t help at all. “you’re welcome,” she said softly, trying not to overthink. “i just wanted to help.” she stopped by her door once they reached her room. “i don’t know what normal people do when they share a bed,” she chuckled, “guess we’ll have to figure it out tonight.” she opened the door and let him walk in behind her, watching his eyes sweep over the space. it felt strangely personal — no guy she liked had ever been in her room before, and it was like letting him see a piece of her she usually kept hidden. “it’s all thanks to shauni,” she said quietly. “my side would be way more boring if she hadn’t used her magic on it.” she shrugged lightly. “i’ve never seen it, so i can’t really judge.” walking over to her bed, she sat down and waited to see what he’d do. “if my sister can share her bed with her boyfriend, i think we’ll be fine sharing mine,” she blurted, her face turning red. “or, you know, we could share the couch — it wouldn’t be the worst place we’ve slept.”

Soren followed Vivian down the hall, his expression easy and unreadable — the kind of calm that came naturally to him, even when she was clearly overthinking every word. When they reached her door and she made the comment about sharing a bed, he chuckled under his breath — not mocking, just amused. “Guess not,” he replied simply. “Doesn’t really matter to me — I’m fine with whatever you’re comfortable with.” The nonchalance in his voice wasn’t forced; he genuinely didn’t seem bothered. As she opened the door and let him in, his eyes swept over the room in quiet curiosity, taking in the details without a hint of judgment. "She’s got an eye for this kind of thing, huh?" When Vivian’s words tumbled out about her sister and her boyfriend, Soren’s mouth twitched into an almost-smile — the kind that showed up when he was trying not to make her more embarrassed. “Viv, it’s fine,” he said, voice low and even. “We’ll figure it out. Bed, couch, floor — whatever works.” He leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed. “I don’t mind sharing, as long as you’re cool with it.” There was no hesitation in his tone, no awkwardness — just the calm steadiness that made it hard to tell if he even realised how flustered she was. Without saying anything at first, he sat down beside her — close enough that the mattress dipped under his weight, the space between them shrinking naturally. He glanced over, caught the color rising in her cheeks, and couldn’t help himself. With a light tap of his knee against hers — playful, not teasing in a mean way — he let out a quiet chuckle. “You’re blushing,” he said, voice warm and low, carrying that effortless calm he always seemed to have. Then, a small smirk. “It’s pretty cute.” He leaned back on his hands, looking entirely at ease, legs stretched out in front of him.

cassiehernandez

the girl looked at soren in front of her, his quiet presence oddly comforting. he didn’t need to say much—there was something about him that made her feel understood. “so you’re not a fan of rules,” she said, raising her eyebrows slightly. “sometimes it’s not fair that everyone gets to live it but not you. sometimes you just need higher shoes if that means getting on,” she added with a small nod, letting out a sigh. cassie didn’t regret taking care of her grandpa when everyone else had turned their backs on him. she’d been there for the person who had loved her most. sure, she’d lost years and missed out on plenty, but she wouldn’t have done it any other way. still, she wasn’t about to let this chance meeting turn into a therapy session. when the topic shifted to the person who’d shown him the place, she leaned back slightly. “if i have to be honest—and i will—maybe you’re pressuring yourself too much,” she said softly. “if she wants to be with you and makes you feel seen, then she’s the one who gets to decide if she wants to be with you,” cassie shrugged. “even if you think she’s too good for you, if she chooses you, that means that for her, you’re good enough.” she smiled gently. “that’s something my therapist said once,” she added with a small nod. “maybe you should tell her.”

Soren listened quietly, his posture relaxed but attentive, that steady, unreadable calm he carried making Cassie feel like she could say whatever she wanted without fear of being judged. When she teased him about not being a fan of rules, a faint, wry smile tugged at his lips. “Never been much for them,” he murmured, his tone low and even, almost amused. “They tend to get in the way of actually living.” When the conversation shifted toward him — toward the person who’d shown him the place — Soren let out a slow breath, his eyes flickering briefly to the side before returning to hers. Cassie’s words were gentle but honest, and he listened to every one of them. “Maybe you’re right,” he said after a beat, his voice thoughtful. “I guess I’ve been stuck thinking I have to prove I deserve her before she decides that herself.” His mouth twitched in a half-smile, more self-aware than self-deprecating. “Never really thought of it like that.” When Cassie mentioned her therapist, Soren gave a small chuckle, the sound quiet but genuine. “Sounds like your therapist’s smarter than most people I know,” he said. Then, after a brief pause, his tone softened. “And… maybe I should tell her. She deserves to know what she means to me — even if it scares me to say it.” His gaze lingered on Cassie for a moment longer, gratitude unspoken but clear in his expression. “Thanks,” he added quietly, meaning it. “You’ve got a way of making things sound a little less impossible.”

cassiehernandez

words had never been cassie’s forte—she was more introverted than she let on. she knew how to talk to people, she could be sharp with words when she wanted, but what she wasn’t good at was letting anyone see that side of her. soren didn’t seem bothered, though; maybe she’d finally found someone who wouldn’t rush to fill her silences or feel uneasy in them. cassie was usually crystal clear and subtle, always knowing how to move, what to say, but this was different—she was opening up to someone she barely knew, and maybe that was why it felt easier, like she could finally let out thoughts she’d carried for months. “the roller-coaster—sometimes it feels like i don’t meet the height requirement to ride it,” she joked, her eyes meeting his, amused by her own metaphor of the city as a wild ride. at his question, cassie shook her head. “no plans. i’ve been putting myself out there, trying new things. this place was on the list.” her voice flattened a little as she went on. “i spent years taking care of someone, and now that they’re gone, i feel like i lost the years where i should’ve been figuring out who i am.” she shrugged, almost brushing it off, then tilted her head slightly, curiosity slipping back into her tone. “someone who just likes really sweet things? or someone who likes sweet things while they read?”

Soren listened, not with the restless energy of someone waiting for his turn to speak, but with the quiet patience that made Cassie’s words feel like they had somewhere to land. He had already noticed the way she carried herself—like a person who preferred the comfort of her own silence, only now choosing to let a little of it go. “Guess that makes me the guy who sneaks past the measuring stick every time. No one ever stopped me from getting on.” His tone wasn’t mocking, but there was a trace of mischief, a way of showing her he understood the metaphor and could sit with it. When she spoke about years lost, about care given and the void it left behind, Soren didn’t jump to fill it. He leaned back instead, considering her words, letting them linger in the air where they belonged. His gaze didn’t falter, though—it stayed on her, steady and unflinching, as if to tell her she didn’t need to shrink the weight of what she’d just shared. At her question, his expression eased, almost amused by the way she tilted the attention away from herself. “Both and neither,” he said at last, his tone quiet but sure. His eyes didn’t stray from hers. “She’s someone who’s sweet… and too good for me.” The words slipped out without the armor of a joke, without the comfort of deflection. For once, Soren didn’t try to disguise the truth in slyness or charm. He just let it rest there between them, plain and unvarnished. “I have felt lost for so long,” he admitted, voice low, almost rough at the edges. “And she… she makes me feel found. But I’m not even worthy of someone like that. And I know it.” He didn’t flinch as he said it, didn’t try to reel it back once it was out. The confession hung in the air, heavier than any silence they’d shared before, daring her to see the part of him he rarely let anyone close enough to glimpse.

she noticed the surprise on his face, and for a second she wondered if she’d said something so crazy it made him think she had overstepped, but then he smiled, so maybe it wasn’t that bad. “i know i don’t have to, but i want to,” she answered simply. “yeah, i wouldn’t want to stay out here knowing there could be more of those, we’ll put towels under the door to keep them out until we’re sure they’re gone,” she suggested. at his shiver, the brunette chuckled. “yeah, don’t think about that, it’s disgusting. we’ll call someone tomorrow, let’s just survive the night,” she mused softly. when he mentioned her giving up her bed for him, she was the one caught off guard—was she stupid for actually thinking about sharing it for a night? “oh, i… yeah, no, you’re not sleeping on the floor,” she shook her head. “i can sleep with shauni, you can take my bed or something, i’m not letting you sleep on the floor,” she assured. “but when i said share, i meant it, you can sleep with me,” vivian added, her cheeks burning red, “not in that way, you know what i mean—shit, i should shut up already,” she chuckled nervously. “i’m making this weird, let’s just hide already, i’ll call shauni,” she muttered, closing her eyes in embarrassment as she walked toward her room.

Soren couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of him, warm and amused, as he watched her stumble over her own words. There was something endearing about how flustered Vivian got, and he let his grin linger, clearly enjoying every second of it. “Viv, relax,” he drawled lightly, following after her with easy steps. “You’re not making it weird— don't worry.” His tone was teasing but soft enough to keep it playful, his eyes twinkling with charm. As she moved toward her room, he reached out to brush his fingers against her arm, voice dropping just a little lower, full of amused confidence. “ Soren’s grin softened into something more genuine, though the playful glint never quite left his eyes. “Hey,” he said lightly, falling into step beside her. “Thank you. Honestly, that room feels safer than anywhere else right now, and I’m not gonna argue with the upgrade.” He gave a small, amused shrug, tilting his head toward her. “And you don’t need to kick yourself out to sleep with Shauni. We can top and tail, or… whatever normal people do when they share a bed. It’s cool.” His tone was reassuring, casual, but there was still that undercurrent of charm in the way he smiled at her. Soren trailed after her into the room, his eyes sweeping over the space with an approving glance before he let out a low whistle. “Wow,” he said, the amusement in his tone laced with genuine surprise. “Your room’s cute. Way nicer than I expected. My room looks like a hurricane tore through it compared to this.”

cassiehernandez

cassie wasn’t good at conversation, but sitting in front of soren, she felt like that wasn’t a bad thing—he didn’t fill the silence, and neither did she. she wasn’t a woman of many words, and he seemed similar, or at least not someone who liked talking just to talk. she nodded at his words, “those words landed,” she promised, a soft smile tugging at her lips—not bright, just a reflex. “she’s so sweet,” cassie added, eyes now locked on the owner of the place, not as a criticism but as an observation. “we live in a society where a lot of people act nice to get something, and when someone’s actually nice, we can’t help thinking they’re plotting something,” she mused. she was good at reading people, but if she was honest, that part of it was still hard. “that’s true, but at some point we all want to keep up with everything—until you realize you can’t,” she said. “i hope it is, i’ve honestly been so lost the last couple of months i need something new, something that doesn’t remind me of who i was.” her words were calculated, letting him see who she was without giving too much away. at his mention of things not being easy for him in this city, cassie sighed; his words sounded like a poem, like an image described that she hadn’t been able to see. “home is safe, i totally get it—that’s why i’m pushing myself to try new things, discover who i am, all that crap people say in movies" cassie confessed. "but for someone who is trying to do stupid new things and someone who gets lost, we deserve a medal for being here"

Soren noticed that Cassie wasn’t much of a conversationalist, but that didn’t bother him. Sitting across from her, the silence between them felt comfortable rather than awkward. He didn’t feel the need to fill the quiet with unnecessary words, and it seemed she felt the same way. She wasn’t one to talk just for the sake of it, and Soren recognised that similar quiet in himself. When Cassie nodded at his words and promised they landed, he caught the soft, subtle smile on her lips—unforced, more of a reflex than anything. He appreciated the honesty in her tone. When she spoke about the owner of the place being sweet, Soren saw it as a genuine observation rather than criticism. Her insight into people’s guarded kindness struck a chord with him. The way she reflected on society’s mistrust toward genuine niceness showed her depth. Soren understood when she talked about the pressure to keep up with everything until realising it’s impossible. Her honesty about feeling lost in recent months resonated with him; he sensed the careful way she shared her feelings without revealing too much. He admired her humor and spirit when she said they deserved a medal just for being here, trying new things despite feeling lost. Soren shrugged slightly and said with a wry grin, “Life’s crazy as shit sometimes. Sometimes you just gotta hop onto the roller-coaster and go along for the ride.” Soren took a slow sip of his drink, then glanced out the window at the busy city beyond. After a moment, he turned back to Cassie and asked, “So, you got any plans for the rest of your day? I literally just got told about this place a little while ago. I keep coming back because it reminds me of the person that told me about it.”

vivian was perched awkwardly on the high stool in the kitchen, one leg hooked over the seat, leaning forward onto the table as she scrolled through her laptop, trying to pick the best shot to start editing. her brows furrowed when she heard the faint noise from the fridge—only it wasn’t the fridge. the second the rat darted out, vivian shot up and bolted straight to the living room, heart racing, where everyone else was screaming just as loud. “oh my god, that was the biggest rat i’ve ever seen,” she shivered, looking around frantically, “where is it?” her eyes widened when she noticed someone shutting soren’s bedroom door, and the look on her face said it all—surprised, horrified, and maybe a little amused. she bit her lip, gaze shifting to soren now complaining about where he was supposed to sleep. when someone suggested the couch, vivian scoffed. “oh, sure, real safe to sleep on the couch after seeing a rat,” she shook her head. everyone else laughed it off, retreating to their rooms and slamming their doors shut as quickly as possible to keep the rodent out. slowly, vivian stepped closer to soren, her voice soft as she offered, “you can sleep with me. it’s not the cleanest room, but as far as i know, it’s rat-free.”

He looked up, startled at first, then caught the way Vivian’s voice softened, almost hesitant, when she offered him a place to sleep. His brows lifted, and for a second he just stared at her like he wasn’t sure he’d heard right. Then his lips quirked into a sheepish smile, and he shook his head a little, the tips of his ears pink. “You don’t have to do that,” he said, the words coming out softer than he intended, almost playful in the way he tried to downplay how much it meant. His grin widened, crooked and a little shy, like he was both embarrassed and touched at the same time. But then his gaze flicked toward the couch, and he couldn’t stop the quiet laugh that escaped him. “Though… you’re right, the couch doesn’t feel very safe right now.” He rubbed the back of his neck, still smiling, eyes dropping before finding hers again. “So, uh… if you’re sure, I wouldn’t say no.” The rat was in his room. Among his clothes, his consoles, his books. His stuff. The idea made his skin crawl, his stomach twisting. He rubbed a hand over his face, groaning softly. “God, it’s gonna be crawling all over my things until the morning,” he muttered, shoulders hunching. He gave a little shiver, half disgusted, half defeated, before glancing back at Vivian. “Look, you don’t have to give up your bed for me. I can sleep on the floor if you’ve got a pillow spare.”

Soren didn’t move when Cassie spoke—didn’t lean away, didn’t let the silence press him back into his own thoughts. He just stayed, sitting calmly across from her like he wasn’t afraid of the edge in her voice, or the invisible wall people like her usually kept up. If anything, it made her more real to him. And Soren liked real. When she nodded at his half-admission—that he hadn’t expected to talk to anyone today except maybe a roommate—he caught the quiet understanding in her expression. That was rare. Most people either filled silence too quickly or tried to crack through it like it was something to fix. Cassie didn’t. She let it exist. Soren’s lips lifted in a subtle, amused smile at her description of the town. “Yeah,” he said, nodding. “Euroville’s sneaky that way. Looks like it’s made for postcards, but it’s got this... pulse. Like it’s always awake, even when everything’s quiet.” He followed her glance toward the girl behind the counter and let out a short breath of laughter. “Yeah, she's cute, huh? She loves this place, I bet." Cassie’s question made his eyebrows lift slightly——and for a second, Soren looked thoughtful, eyes flicking toward the window. “Don’t try to keep up with it,” he said after a beat. “That’s the trick. Euroville moves fast, but it’s not asking you to match it. It just wants you to watch. Take what you need. Let the rest blur past. You don't have to be everything or everywhere." He paused, glanced at her cup, then back up at her. His mouth twitched into the beginnings of a grin. “You’ll be fine. I promise. Do you know anyone else around here or is it just a new beginning?"

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cassie was used to silence. she lived alone—no tv, just the radio when she drove from one place to another, even though walking through the streets and along the canals was usually easier. she liked silence. if you couldn’t fill it with something good, it was better to just let it be. she didn’t think the guy now sitting across from her was going to ruin that; he seemed quiet too. there was something comforting about their interaction, like looking at a softer reflection of herself. "that’s the best way of describing it," she said, "i didn’t know how to put words to it, but that’s it," she added calmly, a faint smile on her lips as she took a sip of her drink. "she’s cute, i can see why this is her favorite. it’s sweet—way too sweet. honestly, that’s probably how you could describe her too. not in a bad way, just... so cheerful and sweet that people want to keep coming back," she mused, her eyes shifting from the girl to the guy in front of her. "keeping up isn’t for everyone," she nodded. cassie wasn’t the kind of person who pushed for things she didn’t believe in. she had believed in her grandpa, and that was enough once. the rest had faded into the background. she wasn’t going to try too hard for a place that might not be permanent. when he asked her why she was there, she raised her brows. "new start," she nodded, "i needed a change. life was kind of crumbling around me," she shrugged. "you’ve been living here long?"

Soren liked people. He liked conversation. Not the loud, fill-every-silence kind, but the real kind—the kind that settled into the spaces between words like a comfortable rhythm. And Cassie? She wasn’t trying too hard. She didn’t need to. That alone made her easier to talk to than most. “Yeah?” he said, leaning forward slightly. “Glad it landed. Sometimes I talk and just hope something makes sense eventually,” he added with a soft laugh. “You’ve got one of those voices, though—like if you said something didn’t make sense, I’d believe you anyway.” He grinned as she talked about the girl behind the counter, nodding along. “She is kind of like the human version of this drink,” he agreed, raising his cup slightly. “You ever meet someone who’s so nice you start wondering if they’re secretly plotting something? And then you feel guilty for even thinking that because—nope—they’re just... that nice?” He chuckled. When Cassie said, “keeping up isn’t for everyone,” Soren nodded, more thoughtful now. “No, it’s not,” he agreed. “But not everyone needs to keep up. Some people are the kind you want to slow down for.” He didn’t say it like a flirt—just an honest observation, like everything else he said. At her answer about being here for a new start, Soren’s expression softened. He didn’t pry, but he also didn’t shy away from it. “That’s a big move,” he said gently. “Crumbling’s a heavy reason, but I respect it. You didn’t sit in it. You moved. A new beginning's a start, right?" She asked if he’d been here long, and he nodded, glancing out the café window like it held a timeline. “Pretty much my whole life, yeah." Soren took a quiet sip of his drink, eyes still drifting out toward the street like the memories were just beyond the glass. Then he looked back at Cassie, his expression open, honest in that easy way he carried himself. “This place has had its ups and downs for me,” he said, his voice softer now, more grounded. “But it’s my place. I’ve loved and lost here. I’ve gained and lost again. It’s kind of become my middle ground.” He gave a small, lopsided smile, one that didn’t try to hide the weight behind his words. “Not too high, not too low. Just... steady. Familiar. There’s something comforting in that, you know? Even when things fall apart, it still feels like you can come back to something.” Then, a quick chuckle. “Kinda poetic for a guy who still gets lost on the same street twice in one week, huh? I don't get out too much. I'm more of a home body when I'm not working.”

Soren had always been more of an observer than a speaker, but there were moments—like this one—when silence felt louder than words. Soren didn’t brush things off the way most people did. He paid attention, not just out of habit but out of a need to understand, to see people fully. Vivian wasn’t someone who wore masks. What she gave you was real—unguarded and unfiltered—and Soren liked that about her more than he could say. There was no pretense, no second version of her kept behind glass for special occasions. Just one Vivian, and he was certain that was the best kind. When she told him they were two peas in a pod, he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his mouth. It wasn’t rehearsed—it never was with her. As they left the table, he almost wished the day could rewind, like a film he didn’t want to end. The conversation had flowed so naturally, unexpectedly easy. And when she teased him with, that grin on her lips made him laugh under his breath. He glanced at her, then back ahead, his hand still resting comfortably around her shoulders as they walked. “I like talking to you too,” he said, his voice quiet but steady. That wasn’t something he said often—wasn’t something he felt often, either. “I thought we might have had some things in common, but it’s more than I thought,” he added after a beat, thinking out loud in the way he rarely let himself do. Being around her made it easier. Less filtered. Less careful. She didn’t make him feel like he had to measure every word. “I think I’d like an outing or two with you a week,” he said, almost surprised by how easily the thought came out. “It’s been fun.” The word didn’t feel shallow when he said it—it felt like something real, something honest. And then, more quietly, like he wasn’t sure if he was admitting too much or just enough: “I don’t have any close friends or anything. It’s nice to be around someone I like."

talking to soren was easy, he was quieter than her, but that wasn’t what she liked most—it was the way he actually listened, and how even the silence between them felt good, like she didn’t have to fill it with words just to make it comfortable. he paid attention, and she gave it right back. she was being herself, and pretending to be someone else had never worked for making friends anyway, so why keep trying? as they walked out of the café, she stayed close, a soft smile on her lips when his arm casually wrapped around her shoulders. when he mentioned how he’d expected to have things in common but not this many, vivian nodded—she felt the exact same way. "who would’ve thought, huh?" she smiled, glancing up at him, "probably shauni, but we’re not letting her win this, she can win everything else," she joked. when he said he’d like to go out with her once or twice a week, her eyes lit up in pure excitement. "i’d really like that," she nodded, her smile growing. "maybe we can take turns showing each other the places we love," she added, glancing over at him. as he admitted their time together had been fun, she let out a quiet sigh. "it was great," she agreed softly, and when he said he liked her, her heart skipped just a little. "i like you too," she said with a warm smile. "being around you feels really nice," she added as they kept walking, the city slowly passing by on their way back home.

Soren and Vivian and their room-mates were having a fairly normal evening—or at least as normal as it gets in an apartment shared by too many people and cleaned by too few—when the nightmare began. It started innocently enough: a faint rustling noise from the kitchen. Soren assumed it was the fridge making its usual haunted-house gurgling sounds. But then it happened. A rat. Not a cute cartoon kind with culinary ambitions, but a full-on, streetwise, scrappy little beast, launched itself from the shadows of the kitchen, sprinted across the hallway like it was late for a meeting, and disappeared into his bedroom. “Are you serious right now?!” he half-yelled, half-whimpered, gesturing wildly, as someone closed his bedroom door to trap it inside of there. “It ran into my room, maybe the cleanest room in this whole place. Where the fuck am I going to sleep tonight?" One of the other roommates mumbled something about the couch being free, to which Soren wheeled around like they’d just suggested he live in a sewer with the rat. What if more of them were lingering too? “Oh yeah, great. I’ll just camp out in the living room while a literal feral animal squats in my bedroom like it pays rent. Perfect. Love that for me.”

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the way he still sat in front of her after her dry words made the girl see maybe he wasn’t scared of it. others would have probably looked for an excuse to find a better place. he didn’t—he didn’t even flinch. he seemed to be able to understand her. at his confession of not thinking he was going to talk to anyone but one of his roommates, the brunette nodded. she could understand the feeling. she would’ve understood him going back to ignoring her—something in her would’ve actually appreciated it. "thanks," cassie said softly as he told her she seemed like good company. as he asked how she was finding the town, she realized this wasn’t going to be a quiet moment but an actual conversation. now, they were sharing that table. "it’s... overwhelming. i thought i had chosen a quiet town—you know, the canals, the little flats... but it has a lot of life in it. i guess i was surprised by it," she mused. "people are nice though," she added, taking another sip of her drink. "i think the blonde girl over there got too excited with the vanilla," she mused. "any tips on how to survive the craziness of euroville?"

Soren didn’t move when Cassie spoke—didn’t lean away, didn’t let the silence press him back into his own thoughts. He just stayed, sitting calmly across from her like he wasn’t afraid of the edge in her voice, or the invisible wall people like her usually kept up. If anything, it made her more real to him. And Soren liked real. When she nodded at his half-admission—that he hadn’t expected to talk to anyone today except maybe a roommate—he caught the quiet understanding in her expression. That was rare. Most people either filled silence too quickly or tried to crack through it like it was something to fix. Cassie didn’t. She let it exist. Soren’s lips lifted in a subtle, amused smile at her description of the town. “Yeah,” he said, nodding. “Euroville’s sneaky that way. Looks like it’s made for postcards, but it’s got this... pulse. Like it’s always awake, even when everything’s quiet.” He followed her glance toward the girl behind the counter and let out a short breath of laughter. “Yeah, she's cute, huh? She loves this place, I bet." Cassie’s question made his eyebrows lift slightly——and for a second, Soren looked thoughtful, eyes flicking toward the window. “Don’t try to keep up with it,” he said after a beat. “That’s the trick. Euroville moves fast, but it’s not asking you to match it. It just wants you to watch. Take what you need. Let the rest blur past. You don't have to be everything or everywhere." He paused, glanced at her cup, then back up at her. His mouth twitched into the beginnings of a grin. “You’ll be fine. I promise. Do you know anyone else around here or is it just a new beginning?"

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