[ the last match in her hand begs to be struck and lit, but caroline holds off. instead, she meets him in the middle, careful not to slip on the black ice that coats the ground, and peers up at features that feel so familiar and yet so far away. how long has it been? for her, or for him? ]
I think you just have a type. [ blonde girls that pulled him out of his shell and pushed him around a little, maybe. despite the bitter cold, untouched even by the bright sun overhead, caroline manages to smile up at him. ] Long enough for you to miss me?
[ if he hugs her, maybe she'll warm up a little. ]
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I think you just have a type. [ blonde girls that pulled him out of his shell and pushed him around a little, maybe. despite the bitter cold, untouched even by the bright sun overhead, caroline manages to smile up at him. ] Long enough for you to miss me?
[ if he hugs her, maybe she'll warm up a little. ]