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YorkNew;

A city which once meant death.

Now it promises Gloves something else.

An encounter,

With the one that saved her.

The one,

For whom she would do anything.

Because to Gloves,

Killua was perfect.

He was the hand that was stretched out when she

Fell.

He was the warm hug in the dead of

Winter.

He was the sun that shone through the

Clouds.

Thus, she smiled blissfully,

Trailing Leorio.

A friend.

She has friends now.

Friends, friends, friends!

Kurapika, Gon, Leorio, Killua.

Friends!

A grin;

A toast - to what she thought would've been impossible.

But everything can change in a year.

Everything. . .

|::|

ay y'all about to hate me real soon c:

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