"You're the worst person I know
"You've said that since we were ten."
"And you keep proving me right."
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"Everyone said we hated each other.
No one noticed we never stayed apart."
Summerhall was louder when they were children.
Delia sat high in the branches of the elm tree near the gardens, her skirts bunched around her knees, and a silver ring turning slowly between her fingers.
She had taken it earlier that morning.
Valarr noticed immediately.
He always did.
"You stole it again," he said from below the tree, staring up at her through the leaves.
Delia leaned back against the trunk, completely unbothered.
"I didn't steal it."
Valarr crossed his arms.
"You took it off my hand."
"That sounds like poor security."
The ring flashed in the sunlight as she spun it between her fingers.
"Give it back."
"Climb up and get it."
Valarr looked up at the branch she was sitting on.
Then back at her.
"You're going to fall."
"I'm not."
"You fell last time."
"You pushed me last time."
"I did not push you."
"You absolutely did."
Delia swung one leg lazily over the branch.
For a moment, neither of them said anything.
The wind moved through the gardens, carrying the smell of rain.
Valarr shook his head.
"You're impossible."
Delia smiled slightly.
"And you still talk to me."
He held out his hand.
"Give me my ring."
She studied him for a second.
Then dropped it.
Valarr caught it easily.
When he looked back up, she was already climbing higher into the tree.
"Next time," he called after her, "I'm locking my door."
Her voice drifted down through the branches.
"Next time I'll steal the key."
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