One of the ghosts drifted past. He didn't have time to see which one it was. Ever since the events that had occurred only a week before, he was loathe to return here. Too much had happened. He still wasn't sure that his friends had triumphed. All the same, he knew she was there, and that was as good a reason as any to stay. After he had waited there far too long, she stepped out from a door on the upper level and, seeing him, rushed down the staircase to meet him. He had no idea when or why the transformation had become permanent, for both of them, but he didn't care. All he saw in the world, that moment, was her. |

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"It could be wrong, could be wrong, but it should have been right. It could be wrong, could be wrong, to let our hearts ignite..."
LOVE is our RESISTANCE
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"It could be wrong, could be wrong, but it should have been right. It could be wrong, could be wrong, to let our hearts ignite..."
LOVE is our RESISTANCE
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