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Francesca follows her to the door, lingers by the threshold, clinging to the final seconds they have together.
"I must leave," Michaela says, a finality.
"You could stay," Francesca says, dimply optimistic.
Michaela smiles and kisses her cheek. It is about as pointless as asking the clouds to remain rooted to their place in the heavens. The next morning, the sky is a clear, ringing blue, and the windows bear nary a streak from the rain. The sun soaks the air in ways that beg anyone to step outside and enjoy its warmth. Francesca does not leave the house.
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Francesca had, irrevocably and terribly, fallen in love with the spirit of the storm.
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16 Apr 2026
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aka the stalker4stalker series
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“When I think of you, it’s like a symphony plays inside me and—”
“How often do you think of me?” Michaela cut her off.
Or: Francesca expresses her feelings for Michaela in the only way she knows how.
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03 Apr 2026