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Titania

Hot, burning tears roll down my cheeks as I stare at Kristoff's strong, muscled back as he steps into the elevator. I bunch my hands into fists, release them, then bring them up and wipe the tears off.

What's the use of crying when he's given me what I wanted? What I bugged him for tonight? Now I'm free, why do I suddenly feel as if I made a grievous mistake? Why do I feel empty? Why do I feel...sad?”

Oh, shit. “You ready to leave, Miss?” Pete breaks the foreboding silence, reminding me of his presence. I nod with a sniffle.

“Y-Yes. I am.”

He nods, gesturing towards the elevator. I stand aside, watching him as he punches in the code, which I've already memorized when Kristoff inputted to come upstairs, and we step into the elevator together. He sets some distance between us, cautious not to touch me and I take one last fleeting look at the shambles that was once an organized office, at the deep red crimson splattered on every surface. I close my eyes, taken back briefly to the