[In her recent past, Rue has found the strength for a lot of things.
Just not this thing. Not this feeling the way it sounds in his voice, new and yet so familiar. She shuts the book before her voice betrays all of her feelings too. Acting on an instinct that feels as natural as breathing, she leaves her apartment in a hurry.
It may not be her intention to find him, but find him she does. Dancing. By the fountain. The sight stops her so fast that she flinches.]
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Just not this thing. Not this feeling the way it sounds in his voice, new and yet so familiar. She shuts the book before her voice betrays all of her feelings too. Acting on an instinct that feels as natural as breathing, she leaves her apartment in a hurry.
It may not be her intention to find him, but find him she does. Dancing. By the fountain. The sight stops her so fast that she flinches.]