stay | rinnie
Winnie took a deep breath upon entering the garden, looking down at her fidgeting fingers. She really had no reason to be nervous, but reminding herself of that fact only seemed to make the adrenaline pump faster. She was about to see Rich after almost two weeks; in all the time they’d known each other, she couldn’t remember being away from him for that long. For all the instances they’d uttered (or rather, shouted) the words “Leave me alone” or “I never want to see you again,” somehow, mystically, they always found their way back to each other. He hadn’t told her that Grace Blood was in town. He hadn’t told her that he’d be seeing her in Bristol during the New Year’s trip. And as much as these things had hurt her, she’d had plenty of time to reflect, and now she didn’t care. Giving herself a mental pat on the back, she took a seat on the bench -- their bench, she mused -- and smiled, waiting for him to come around.
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