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Back again.

Isn't this a dreary sight.

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It really isn't that big of a deal, Olivia.

It's nice to be home.

(She’s in shock at first and then smiles) Oh my God! You did say you were going there, you didn’t say that was why you were going. Congratulations! (Hugs him) Masca, this is amazing.

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Huh. Thought I told you. I won an award, so I went to the annual national tattoo festival. I won the 2012 "colour" award. You know, I'm one of the most sought after artist in American now.

It's nice to be home.

(Glares back at him and then laughs) And why did you go to New York?

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-glares at her in a joking way- Touche.

It's nice to be home.

(Raises an eyebrow) Have I ever lied to you?

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Now you're just lying.

It's nice to be home.

(Laughs) I’m not philosophical, I’m telling the truth.

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Oh come on, don't get all philosophical on me...

It's nice to be home.

With such a general description of yourself, I’m pretty sure there are tons of people like you then. You know, in music there are songs that sound alike, but there’s always a differentiation quality between them. It’s the same with people.

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Rude, covered in tattoos, general pessimistic towards the world. Sounds like myself.

It's nice to be home.

Similar, probably. Copies, perhaps. But like you, I highly doubt it.

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In this town, I'm the only like me. In New York? I got tired of seeing myself everywhere.

It's nice to be home.

That doesn’t sound very convincing.

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It was.... okay.

It's nice to be home.

How was the trip?

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It's nice to be home.

I never thought I would miss this place, but after being in New York, this small town seems a lot nicer.

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"Missing piece..." Masca smiled, having finally made the connection to her tattoo, and it's meaning. Masca had guessed thats what it was, of course, it wasn't hard to see when he knew her past, but it was nice having it be certain. "Olivia, I fill my skin with ink because it gives me a sort of pleasure, the pain. I don't feel that need when you're around. I don't want you to... not be here." He frowned, hoping his words were correct. He didn't want to seem... this way, but he wanted to be completely honest about his feelings for her.

He pulled her close once again, burying his face in her auburn hair. "I'll continue to say things like this, Olivia. Because it's the truth. And I'd never lie to you." He whispers, breathing deeply.

The Next Morning

There was a small silence, one that surely lasted merely seconds, but for Liv it felt much longer. She began to feel anxious about what Masca would say next. As he spoke, she felt the need to contradict him and say she was indeed broken, but she kept her mouth shut, because his next words made her forget she was even going to say something at all and she looked at him with a glimpse of hope in her eyes.

His next words caused a small smile to tug at her lips, slowly growing as he kept speaking. “Nobody had ever said something like that to me…” she whispers softly, also taking a step closer to him and knowing she will forever treasure what he just told her. The reference to his hidden tattooed girl makes her grin, liking that he made the connection between that pretty auburn haired woman on his skin and her. “I don’t know how you do it, but it’s like… it’s like my wall wasn’t even there for you” Even from the moment they met she had been completely open with him, and stayed that way. It was a rare thing, since normally Liv made sure other people would stay on the other side of the wall she had built to keep herself protected and distant. “And when I’m with you, I don’t feel there’s a missing piece…” Because of her losses she always had that feeling that her parents and Philip had taken something away from her, that they left a void, a missing piece “…it’s the closest thing I feel to being complete again”

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Masca looked at her seriously, then licked his lips. He wiped his mouth after he did this, a very normal action for Masca to do. He then proceeded to run his hand through his hair, sighing. "Olivia, you aren't broken. I'm the broken one. You are just cracked, a small thing that can easily be fixed by someone who cares enough to deal with it carefully... I do have delicate hands..." Masca said, without thinking. Instead of overthinking everything, for once, he let go.

"I want you. In every way. You are so beautiful, and talented. Your eyes speak exactly what your feeling. You seem closed off, but to me, you are an open book. A book only I can read, like a treasure I have to keep hidden." He stepped towards her. "Olivia..." He whispered, like when she had played the piano for him. "Zoe means nothing to me... Just a woman who... spoke to a certain... part of me. You speak to every part of me. Every step is towards you, every beat of my heart, every movement of my hands is to make something for you... Olivia, you are my hidden girl, my women with the auburn hair." He said, referring to the tattoo he had on his calf.

The Next Morning

She finally let go of his hand as he spoke. When he told her he had slept with Zoe, whoever than person was, she didn’t know how to react. He was free do whatever the hell he pleased, they were after all friends and roommates, and she understood that. She had no right to feel angry about it or hurt, but maybe, deep down, she wished he hadn’t slept with another woman that wasn’t her. “Well, what can I tell you? You’re free to do what you want…”

“Don’t apologize” she said softly. “There’s never a guarantee that people won’t get hurt. There isn’t a right formula to make things work and avoid pain, pain is just a part of it… it always is” she shrugged a bit, looking down, and tucked her hands in the pockets of the jacket she was wearing. She thought of how often Masca told her he wasn’t right for her, that she deserved better. It was ironic, since her thoughts concerning him with her followed a similar pattern. After all, no matter how hard she tried to shake it off, she had that tendency of believing the problem was her. “Masca, I’m not asking you to change, you’re a great person the way you are now. I’m not asking you to be with me, I mean who would want to be with a broken person like me, really? I just… I just want to know where I stand with you” she rose her eyes from the floor to look at him.

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Oh, Henry. What did you do now?

Well, that’s two. Anybody else want to challenge my argument with Zoe?

I’m game~~ 

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