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Started March 16, 2019 by Deleted user

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He gave her a light kiss on the top of the head. "I love you, alright?"

"I love you too," she replied, her voice and eyes full of sincerity.

He got to his feet and gave her one last smile before walking back into his room.

Rhianon was going through his stuff unbashfully.

"Uh…mom?" He asked, trying his hardest to not laugh.

"Hmm?" She turned, tilting her head. "Oh, are you done talking to Miss Hunt? I don't know what's for her so upset all the sudden."

He put a finger to his lips, an obvious, 'Shut up,' without having to tell his own mom shut up. "Old wounds. She'll be fine." I hope.

"Hmm. To think she'd be over it by now. They were 15. That's over 4 years to move on. Does she not care for you, truly?" Rhianon was just rambling at this point, as she had no clue how typical emotions and memories worked, as well as love.

"Mom, I love you, but you have this really bad skill of saying the worst possible thing at the exact right time," he mumbled, rubbing his nose.

She furrowed her brow. "Whatever do you mean?" Unlike Tess, she truly didn't see what was wrong with her.

"Well," Runner sat down on the bed again. "If something traumatic happens in a person's live, it often continued to cause problems down the line because of the affect it has on our mental health. And, yes, she truly does cares about me, but she cared for Tori just the same." He thought of how to put it in a way she would understand.
"So, imagine if I would die. You still have my sister, but would it not still make you feel bad that I was dead?"

She tilted her head. "…Yes. But that is a different kind of love, no? Kinship. Yours with Theresa and hers with you and Victoria is different. How do I put it?" She tapped her lips thoughtfully.

Runner waited patiently, trying to keep his frustration down as the conversation continued.

"Sexual?" She tried.

"Not yet, actually," he said, surprised when he didn't blush as he spoke.

"Hmm. I can't think of it." She didn't seem like she would go back to the situation at hand on her own.

He welcomed the change. "Anything you're looking for in my stuff?"

"Hm? Oh, no. Not particularly. Just curious, is all."

"Yeah, I only have clothes." He shrugged. "Never been one for jewelry."

"Hmm." She looked around. "Anything else you need me for?"

He shook his head. "Thank you for coming by."

"No problem." She smiled and opened her arms wide.

He got up and walked into the hug, returning it gently.

"I must go now. Think over your decision wisely. Summon one of the Seers to meet me know of your choice."

He nodded. "Yes, ma'am." After a moment's hesitation, he added, "I love you."

She looked startled, as usual. "Ah… I love you too… Son." And she folded herself into that black butterfly, fluttering away and out of sight.

He watched her fly away for a moment before walking out into the hall again.

Tessa wasn't there anymore, instead in her room, on the floor, surrounded by tons of photos.

Runner made his way over to her room, opting to sit on her bed and glancing over the photos.

TThey were of a girl and/or Tessa. She had long black hair, large black deep-framed glasses over bright hazel eyes, and she ha a single dimple when she smiled, which usually directed towards Tessa in some shape or form. In a few of them, which looked me selfies, the girl was kissing Tessa's cheek while she laughed. Others containing them both usually involved touch–kissing, hugs, leaning on each other, using each other as pillows, wrapping their arms around the other's neck, the like. A few of them showed them in a dance studio, and Tessa looked far less graceful than she did now.
Tess looked up at Runner guilty. "To remember to good as opposed to the bad."