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"How come the window is open? And the plants aren't, you know, dead"? The boy asked as he observed the greenery, not being very knowledgeable about gardening, but knowing that there must be at least one plant that needs constant care and finding the idea of the window being open for a month odd.

"Gave my friend the keys, I'm surprised he actually did it though. I thought he'd forget" Manon responded nonchalantly as she ran her hands across the plants she had spent the majority of her time with. She had stumbled across so much flora during her trip to Italy, but nothing could ever beat the children she had raised as her own back in France. They were a form of pride for her, evidence that for once, she could keep something alive.

Timothée couldn't help but feel a wave of unpleasantness run over him, wondering who the friend was. She was allowed to have male friends, he called himself an idiot for overreacting, but he couldn't help but wonder who she associated with. He was curious, as to who that person was, as to who anyone that associated with her was, perhaps because he was hoping to ease his mind by meeting them, to know that once he would be leaving, she'd be left in good hands. He didn't want to think about it, but he knew his stay was not nearly as long as it was in Italy, and his departure was looming over them as a dark, rain filled cloud wherever they went.

"Oh, I've got someone you must meet"! Manon mumbled excitedly as she turned around and lifted a flowerpot that stood at the edge of the window. 

"A daisy"? Timothée asked hesitantly as she handed him the flower, recognizing the life in front of him, but having no clue as to what the girl had in her mind. 

"Timothée Chalamet, meet Timothée Chalamet the second" Manon motioned her hands between the human and the flower, as though she was a lady introducing two lords.

"You named a flower after me"? Timothée asked as an appreciative grin spread its way across his face in a form of gratitude. He found it to be rather sweet and couldn't help but smile at the small beauty as it bloomed in front of him.

"Don't act so surprised. All of my plants are named after someone" Manon responded with a teasing smile as she gave a side glance to the two roses that stood on the window. The elegant petals of beauty, protected by a layer of thorns, that she found greatly fit her parents. 

"Damn it, I wanted to be special" Timothée pouted at the girl as he handed her the plant back.

"Oh, you're special" Manon mumbled as she returned the flower to it's rightful place, before turning around and pushing her way up to his lips, sharing a kiss with Timothée in the place she spent so long daydreaming over him, never believing a day such as that would be possible.

"I've gotta go" The girl whispered sorrowfully, not wanting all the good to end but having no choice, as she pulled away from his touch. 

"Where to"? Timothée questioned as he raised his eyebrows and reached for her hands, not quite wanting her to put distance between them as he so greatly feared. 

"Anne-Marie, I have to see her" Manon bit her lip as she looked down at her feet, not wanting to look into his eyes. The girl returned for her grandmother, yet the thought of going for a visit brought great anxiety to her, perhaps because then it would truly dawn on her that she was back to her old, miserable life. 

"And you really thought I'd let you do it without me"? Timothée continued, feeling puzzled, taking the girl's response to his heart. He expected the two to be in it together, and wondered if perhaps she didn't trust him enough. 

"I just-I don't know. It's not a pretty sight, I don't want to force you to come" Manon let out a sigh at the thought of the events that were waiting for her. She didn't want Timothée to join her just because he felt bad, she didn't want him to feel bad at all, to see the situation in a different light than the simple reality it was that she had long ago learned to accept.

"I'm coming with you. I want to be there for you no matter what. Besides, I wanted to see her ever since you told me about what happened. She was like family to me, I'll forever regret it if I don't go" Timothée responded as he lifted the girl's chin up and ran his thumb across her cheek. He could immediately notice crystals that sparked within her eyes and threatened to spill over as she smiled into his touch and leaned her forehead against his. 

"The world needs more people like you, Tim" Manon whispered as she felt thin droplets race across her cheeks, not of pain, but rather, of happiness.

In that moment, her world was cast anew as she looked at him and felt her heart fall, no longer fearing the fall as she had previously used to, beginning to accept the fact that perhaps, he was becoming her home again. 

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