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Blase remembered the night like it was imprinted into his skin. He turned behind him to the large academy that loomed in the darkness, trees swallowing it up and creating a shield. He could see his breath that night, the chill making him pull his coat closer to him.
In one hand was a suitcase. Not his. No, Blase didn't have it in him to run. But he made it to the gate and stopped, leaning against the stone wall that kept the outside world away. Or, to some, kept them locked in from the outside world.
“Blase,” a voice whispered. He jumped, dropping the suitcase and wincing. But he recognized the voice as she came out of the shadows. Her slim awkward figure was hidden in a large coat, much too warm for Southern Italy's winters. He grabbed the suitcase with a grateful sigh.
“You scared the crap out of me,” he whispered. She took the suitcase from him, her frizzy black hair brushing in her face as she stared down at it.
“How much did you get?”
“Enough to last you maybe two weeks. I put in some of my savings-”
“You didn't have to do that. I'll be fine on my own.” But he grabbed her hand before she could open it and hand him back the money.
“It's okay. I'll have food and shelter here. You need it,” he assured her. Licking his lips, he took his hand away. “Are you sure about this?”
“Positive,” she confessed, looking away. Her eyes wouldn't meet his. “I can't stay here anymore.”
“Will you go to your family?”
“In France? No. They hate me.” She didn't say it with scorn or heartbreak. It was a phrase she was used to saying. They hate me.
“Where will you go?” He couldn't hide the worry from his voice and she stopped, turning to him. That was when he met her eyes, one blue and one green. She reached for his face and kissed his cheek.
“Thanks for the stuff. I'll pay you back one day.” She lifted her hands, the wind sweeping her in the air and over the wall. Blase watched from below, awestruck catching his tongue. He touched the spot where she kissed him, wondering if he'd ever see her again.
“Goodbye,” he whispered. And the night winds took her away.