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Our fingers, loosely woven a moment ago, now clutch together, her palm tacky with moisture, mine rough in places where I have grabbed too many handles on too many moving trains. Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide-open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.

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Summer's chin quivered as Oliviero leaned his face into the soft palm of her hand and she bit down on her bottom lip so hard she thought she tasted blood. It was him. It was her Oli-pop. For the first time in months, Summer felt relief blossoming throughout her chest, but also a strange, heavy feeling struggling to make it's presence known. How was it, she wondered, that after the hell she went through, it all seemed okay now that he was standing in front of her?  His cheek was scratchy with stubble. The patient caressed it mindlessly. "Hey-" the girl began gently, her face breaking out into a sad smile. Lowering to look him in the eyes, she whispered, "'M right here, love. Don't be scared. Don't be s-scared, Oli.." A warm droplet of water traveled down his cheek and past her fingertrip. Summer quickly wiped it away. She thought about all of the times she'd told hersef to not be scared. To stick her thumb out and let some strange face take her to a strange place. To not be scared when she caught herself looking for bits of Oliver in others. And right now, telling herself to not be scared by how happy it made her to see his face. His beautiful, scratchy face. A small sob escaped Summer's lips, which soon dissolved into full-out crying and sharp, panicky intakes of breath, Hastily wiping her eyes, Summer flung her arms around his neck, burrowing her mascara-stained face in his neck. She breathed him in. She clutched onto the back of his t-shirt. Without thinking, Summer pressed a gently kiss on a space right next to his ear and then she kissed his cheek and his nose and his other cheek. "So happy to see y-you. God, I'm -"

At the sight of her, Oliver’s ability to breathe ceased. The room went quiet, the people disappeared, and he was left with the girl he pined for for so long. It was almost hard to believe. He didn’t quite believe the reality of it until he felt her warm hand on his cheek. “Summer-” he breathed out, completely forgetting her question. He took a moment to look at her before leaning into her touch. She was as tall as he remembered. Her eyes were still hazel, her lips the same shade of pink. Her voice still made his breath hitch and his head spin. She was still Summer - his Summer-, but she was different too. She was close to pallid, which made her bruises even more prominent than they already were. Her hair somehow seemed a different shade of brown, and bags rested under her eyes as well. She looked so tired, so worn out. The girl even smelled different, the scent of Summertime Peaches replaced with something else, something unfamiliar. He wanted to ask about it, to ask about everything, but now wasn’t the time. Now wasn’t the time. Oliver closed his eyes, and sighed. “I was so scared,” he whispered, nearing the verge of tears. He wasn’t sad. In fact he was the opposite. She was here, in front of him, touching his cheek. She was alive. She was safe. She was with him, and that’s all he had wanted for the past couple of months. Everything was okay now and he couldn’t have been happier. Warm tears fell down his cheeks, and he didn’t bother to stop them.”I-I was so scared, Summer. I-I thought — Oh god, I was s-so scared.”

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Summer stood in the shower, water steadily beating down against her back and shoulder-blades, hand gripping the temperature handle. She knew she only had a mere ten minutes to get herself clean, in fact, a rather rude nurse had reminded her of that rule as the girl had been grabbing a towel. Yet, all she could do was stand there, looking at the floor of the tub with emotionless eyes. Summer's stomach gave an uncomfortable twist as she ran her hands along the length of her body, lathering it with a generic smelling soap. The memory of unyielding, calloused hands gripping her hips like the memory had sunk through her skin and became apart of her. "Maybe if I try washing my hair it won't be so bad," she thought to herself, trying to suppress the urge to vomit. Except it was just as bad. "C'mon, what girl doesn't like their hair pulled?" The shampoo bottle clattered to the floor with a dull thud and so did Summer. Angry tears prickled behind her eyes as she curled in on herself. But, she couldn't cry. No matter how hard she tried, nothing ever came out. The patient didn't even flinch when the door was thrust open and a nurse was there asking if she was okay. Summer didn't move or speak until the woman spoke again, this time with a tone of warning, telling her that her time was up in the showers. Summer silently shut off the water, wrapped herself in the thin towel and got dressed. Her clothes still smelt like cigarette smoke and gasoline. Swallowing hard, she itched at her neck around the collar. "You're fine. You're okay," she whispered to herself and headed back out into the main hallway. As the girl walked, now with a slight limp from jumping out of a moving vehicle only days before, she avoided eye contact completely. "Just need to get my room key. Just need my key." The front desk ladies were occupied by another person - a boy in a gray hoodie. She waited. She looked around. She sighed. Looked around some more. And then came a loud "please" that made Summer jump. "Mr, Buros." is what the nurse called hm. Mr. Buros....Buros....then the boy turned around. The boy that Summer had sworn up and down to have seen walking along the side of the road as she struggled with the door handle of the car keeping her captive. The boy who's name she screamed so desperately. The  boy she'd lunged from the car for. Only ending up with a broken ankle, a ripped shirt, and hickies from a stranger. All she could do was stare, mouth agape. Then, with a shaking hand, she brushed Oliver's cheek - just to make sure he was standing there. "Y-you called about me?"

Oliver was going to ignore it. He was going to resist his urge, and just lock himself in his bedroom all day. He was going to listen to his mother, and stop his “compulsions”, but he knew that he couldn’t do that. He knew he had to look for her, reassure himself that she was safe - that she was okay. After setting his bags down (and resetting them, and setting them again) he made his way to the main floor, where the front desk was. He waited by the wall, debating on what to say. He even stepped forward a few times, only to step back into his spot and wait some more. After seven minutes exactly, he finally managed to stumble to the front desk, where two women were silently speaking to each other. They didn’t look up from their conversation. In fact they began to laugh so hard at something that they didn’t hear Oliver clear his throat to get their attention. So he decided to speak up instead, his voice shaking a bit.”I-I’m Oliver Buros. I c-called a lot last month, but I — I just — I need to know if Summer Cohen is here. Can you look it up? L-Like if she’s safe. Please.” The woman listened, but merely frowned at him, linking her fingers together and leaning in closer to the anxious boy. “Even if I could tell you that information,” she began smugly, ”what makes you think that I would? I don’t intend on losing my job —" Halfway through her sentence, the boy let out his frustration, yelling out a frantic "Please!" that was a few notches louder than he intended. He just wanted to know. He needed to know. The woman’s expression grew angry, as did her friend’s, and both they glared at Oliver. She licked her lips before speaking. "I’ll call a nurse here, Mister Buros. I will. I’ll have you sedated. Please leave now.” And so he did just that, because another moment he spent at the desk was another moment wasted.

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I'll take why did I eat the box of candy so quick and mindlessly for $100, please!

Which one do you want me to answer first? 

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Why did I just eat a whole box of Milk Duds to myself even though they get stuck in my teeth and hurt my jaw? Also, why does this place always smell like old mop water?

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SCREAMS INTERNALLY BECAUSE EMOTIONS ABOUT SUMMER

SCREAMS INTERNALLY BECAUSE SHE SLEPT ON

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[she let the seconds drag out for just a bit longer, waiting for the nurses to lose interest and leave before she spoke. summer knew that emmett wouldn't react well to what she had to tell him. soon after, they walked back towards the lobby. she pulled back. she told herself to be brave.]  Don't ask questions. Just l-listen. It's Ryan. Em- he's - no one's seen him in weeks. Peter, Lorraine, they got searched. Ryan escaped before the cops could've found him. 

[When Summer got close enough, Em finally got a good look at her and what he saw shocked him. A large gash had appeared on her bottom lip and crimson liquid was still coming from it.] Summer? I dont un- [he staggered backwards when his sister hugged him forcefully. He returned it because, of course, he was happy to see her, but a whirlwind of questions were festering in his mind.] What’s the matter? You gotta talk to me or I can’t help you.

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no im crying nbd. you guys always make me cry lets be real

THANK YOU FOR KNOWNING THE STRUGGLE

we both cried a lot during the planning it was no walk in the park

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I'm- I- I'm - I'm not fine. Something horrible is g-going on. Emmett has to - he's gotta know. We have to do something. I n-need you because you're the first recognizable face I've seen in months. Just...don't go anywhere. [she shivered at the memory] It was an accident. He - he didn't mean to hurt me.

Hey shh, you’re fine. Breathe please. I’ll take you to him. Me? Why do you need me? [Nicole shook her head slightly.] A little blood? Why is is bleeding Summer?

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is anyone else crying about the cohens or am i alone in this

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Rec room. R-right, totally for-forget where that is. Nicole, i need you to take me to him. I - I need you. [she brings her fingers to her lip, surprised to see it still bleeding.] I....it's just a little blood.

He was in the rec room the last I saw. He- Your lip… Are you okay? Summer did you get that checked out?

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L-l-look, there's n-no time to explain. I just - it's important that I find him. And soon.

Sum-Summer? Summer what’s going on? Are you okay?

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[finally coming face to face with the person she was looking for, the words she'd planned to say got stuck in her throat. how could she tell Emmett such horrible news? how could she explain it all? summer knew her bottom lip was quivering as she looked down at the ground. the nurses were only a few feet away. looking back up into her brother's eyes, summer just slammed into him, hugging him tightly.]  

[Over time, Emmett had adjusted to hearing someone freak out around the center, so it didn’t phase him when commotion could be heard from the rec room. He sighed, refocusing on the puzzle on the table. It wasn’t until is name echoed down the halls that he bothered to look up. When Emmett noticed who it was, his jaw dropped slightly. Shooting up off of his chair, he caught her attention] Wh- I - Summer, what are you doing? 

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N-no, it's - I can find him alone. I wouldn't ask you to help me hunt down someone you don't know.

I don’t know who Emmett is, I’m sorry. Do you need help with something?