There were some clouds hanging around the spires of Umbridge High School, but not enough; there was an overlaying sense that there shouldn't be as much sunlight shining down on it as there was.
It was quiet. Kind of. There was tension in the air, a wound-up strung-up thing that ensnared the school. Somehow it seemed as if even the birds didn't
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"Rinoa."
It was a sigh of relief. It was a plea of desperation. It was a declaration of triumph.
It was the first time he'd allowed himself to speak her name in years.
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It didn't matter. Rinoa was waiting for this to be over. Time had stopped having any meaning, in here.
She heard her name, but didn't look up. The shirt-wrapped in bedding bounced, once, in her lap, but even that was unenthusiastic. She felt so tired.
"Woof."
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"Go away!"
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She was broken. She was broken and cracked into tiny pieces and it was all his fault. He hadn't come in time. He had failed her.
"Rinoa, please," Leon begged. "We need to all go with Kitty."
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How could he just stand there after everything he had done? Because it didn't mean anything to him. That was why. Because he really didn't feel any of it. Why had he bothered to come at all?
"Not you," she insisted, shaking. "I won't go with you. I won't."
He didn't get to hurt Angelo-Sookie-No-One-Is-Coming-For-Us, cradled on her lap. He didn't get to pretend he cared about her and lie.
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Leon was begging with her, pleading. He reached out a hand again, hesitantly, trying to see how close he could get before she flinched. "Angelo is out there, waiting for you," he told her. "She needs you. I need you."
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Suddenly, the air was different. Something changed. A tiny trickle, over her garden wall.
The dam was about to burst.
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