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“Happy Halloween 🎃”

@VirilePsychic expression a mix of defiance and vulnerability. "So if you’re planning to disappear on me, fine. I get it." Her gaze held his, her tone soft yet unwavering. "But if you’re gonna stick around… maybe we both have something to learn."

@VirilePsychic thoughts from drifting too far. This wasn’t a conversation she’d planned on having, especially not with him. But there was something about Edward, a way he had of drawing things to the surface, of challenging her without a single word. Finally, she looked up, her—

@VirilePsychic real challenge is.” She slid her phone back into the pocket of her burnt-orange jeans and shrugged nonchalantly, her expression still playful as she looked back at Edward, her thoughts dancing just beneath the surface.

@VirilePsychic strand of hair behind her ear and giving Edward a playful wink, “when you draw, you’re forced to really look at things. It’s the little imperfections that make things interesting. Drawing something that’s not perfectly pretty? That’s where the —

@VirilePsychic polite, or am I just lucky?” She took the menu he offered, trying to focus on the choices in front of her, but her thoughts kept wandering back to him. She glanced up, catching his smile, and felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks. “Honestly, I’m probably just going—

@VirilePsychic apart, makes them unique.” She laughed lightly as her phone vibrated again. With a smirk, she typed the same simple “K” back to her Nona, knowing it would only make things worse later, but finding it funny for now. “You know,” Lena continued, tucking a —

@VirilePsychic people had always said about her. A sly, mischievous smile crept across her face as she leaned forward. “Compliments are nice, sure,” she added, “but only if the person actually means them. I do think everyone’s got something special about them—something that sets them —

@VirilePsychic two people she hung out with, but even they were more like acquaintances. Relating to people her age had always been hard; she felt like she was operating on a different level, like she was older than she looked. Edward seemed like that too—an old soul, much like what—

@VirilePsychic you. In the end, the only person you can rely on is yourself.” She took another long sip from her milkshake, nearly finishing it off as her thoughts drifted. She never really had many friends, always more of a loner. Back in Salem, there were one or—

@VirilePsychic pushed her right to the edge. “Look,” Lena said, leaning back in her seat, “I don’t expect anything from you. Except maybe to be my friend. Most people just let you down anyway, even the ones you’re supposed to trust. They either leave or disappoint —

@VirilePsychic Lena finished the last bite of her burger and rolled her eyes as her phone buzzed again. She didn’t even need to check it—she already knew it was her Nona. Her grandmother had a no-nonsense attitude, and Lena was sure that the single "K" she’d sent earlier had probably—

She angrily crumples up a letter that was from her father in prison and stuffs it in her pocket to burn later. "Don't care what you have to say. . ."

"Happy Almost Halloween!"

@VirilePsychic wasn’t about to curse out the wrong person. Shrugging it off, she grabbed her burger again, feeling satisfied she’d handled Edward’s teasing in her own style.

@VirilePsychic me out," she muttered, putting her phone back in her pocket. "It was probably that one secretary. I can’t stand her." Lena briefly considered calling the secretary a few choice names but decided against it. She wasn’t sure who had told on her, and she—