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I have , sometimes I’m not, sometimes I’m both

He blinks over at me

Opens his ain to redistribute the weight

So aard…

“You must be the new roommate,” I say at last to break the silence Eliza refuses to fill, damn her “I’m the old one”

“I am”

“Rome, this is Lilly”

“Do I know you? You seem familiar”

The guy fu it to the floor and blushing beet red in the process

I wink at him

This tilass shattering echoing throughout the kitchen

We all freeze

Oh shit, that didn’t sound good, not good at all

“Shit” Roins to pry open the box, his entire body sagging when both flaps are peeled back and he peers inside He goes slack, shoulders hunched over in defeat

Eliza goes around to stand behind him, and I join her as the three of us look inside

“What is that?”

Whatever it was, it was sparkly and is now in aand its top broken into sharp chunks of debris

I et a closer look

“That looks like it could have been an Eingerly so I don’t get one stabbed into the tip of er “What was it actually?”

“It’s—it was a Ca last, after staring holes into the already broken glass It still shiht

I feel absolutely terrible, though I’m not the one who dropped the box and broke the award

Still

It’s obviously a very important memento for him, and now it’s in shambles

“What was it for?”

He struggles to gulp in a breath “I won an award to attend Cae University in the UK—I spent last semester there”