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She'd about had enough, as much as that undefinied place could really mean to Fred. After all, when was really enough? She'd come close before. She'd run by it so fast that she somehow missed the part where it she even got to be upset, or hurt. But right now she'd been hovering. The past few days, just...hovering.

I first she'd thought she didn't have any right to be upset with him. And then it flipped and things showed themselves completely the other way. All the different angles and things to study. She supposed, even if quietly, that she could handle Wesley not talking to her. But what about the part where he was talking to someone else?

Should it matter? Shouldn't it? Was it really her place and yet...

Standing up for herself was fine. Not asking others to stand up for her back was something else, and truthfully it thrilled Fred a bit every time she handled things. Took care of it all on her own. Proved to herself that she could. She'd meant each and every word that she wrote. But for all the talk of places, and knowing where you were, it was just that...talk. Standing on those two feet of yours? Got messier. Real life, whatever it was and where ever it went, was messier.


All of it had gotten...messier.

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