𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 - cedric diggory x reader
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𝕚𝕗 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕡” - transparent soul | willow smith
words || 𝟝.𝟜𝕜
summary || in which the reader and cedric start dating straight after he’s chosen as a champion
a/n || i think this is the worst thing i’ve ever written i’m so sorry
➵ i’m very tired so this is not proofread; will be done in the future
➵ i might rewrite (?) some parts of this at a later date - i’ll reblog it if i do
➵ pending teen wolf anon(s): i see you and i will be getting to you soon!
➵ did tumblr update or some shit? it’s real difficult for me to edit text posts (so everything i post)
warnings || angst/fluff
the new year had been filled with considerable amount of excitement. at least a quarter of the sixth year had been buzzing with news of the recent quidditch house cup - with an ongoing chatter of viktor krum regardless of where or who you sat with. on top of that, there were the rumors of death eaters and dark marks - much more unsettling, and much less discussed.
it’d been just three months after school had started, and my friends had already started stressing about our n.e.w.t.s. - tests that were nearly two years away. i always chastised them for their pessimism, but their persistence was, admittedly, admirable.
it was the second of november, a wednesday. with a bowl of half-eaten porridge in front of me, i half-heartedly listened to the chatter of the hufflepuff table. it was, as it had been all of yesterday, almost exclusively about the triwizard tournament and it’s champions. particularly, one champion - cedric diggory, representative of our house for the tournament. like any good house patriot, i was eager to see him win. well, the fact that he was a hufflepuff was only a bonus - his crazy good-looks and his rather sweet, endearing personality also helped in putting him quite high up on my ‘champions i’d like to see come out of this unharmed’ list.
i wasn’t joining in on any of the gossip though, trying to divert as much of my attention as possible to the neglected transfiguration homework in front of me. as i attempted to rush through answering the questions - knowing full and well that mcgonagall would be after my ass if i didn’t - i absentmindedly noticed the chatter around me quieten a little. a pair of footsteps were also coming up the table towards my side - but i disregarded it as either a classmate, teacher or, god forbid, filch.
instead, i hear the thump of a group of people sitting down next to me. i looked up quickly, and nearly spluttered, when i realized that it was the subject of everyone’s attention.
cedric diggory, boyish smile plastered on his face, was sat next to me, with his friends - neither of whose names i could recall. he notices my confused glance, as he sends me a warm look.
“hey! don’t mind if we sit, do you?” it takes me a second to answer.
“hm? no, no - it’s no problem.”
“great, thanks! it’s a bit of a headache sitting down there with all the first years. they’re sweet, but they ask too many questions. it’s y/n, right?” a half-second of panic washes over me. he knows my name? but it leaves as quickly as it comes.
“yeah, it is. um, these are my friends.” i point them out, introducing them, and he does the same with his friends.
there’s an easy flowing conversation that begins - without, shockingly, much mention of the tournament at all. my involvement was quite half-assed, in all honesty, due to my focus on my assignment. well, i say focus, but even that was dwindling at the sheer feeling of cedric next to me. his hand brushing over mine every time he reached over me, his knees tapping against mine, the heat of his body prominent even through his clothes. he was quick to notice my lack of input.
i feel the light tickle of his gaze on my cheek, as he leans over my shoulder to see what has so raptly ‘captured’ my attention.
“is that mcgonagall’s assignment?” i nod, an exasperated laugh leaving me.
“yeah, totally blanked on it.” he smiles too, nodding.
“makes sense, what with all the excitement and everything,” i hum in agreement, “i can help you if you’d like?” i turn my head to look at him.
“really?”
“sure, i mean, i’ve got a free period. that is, if you want it-” i start nodding before he even finishes.
“i would love that.” had i been looking at his friends, i would have noticed the knowing smiles that they’d been trying to hide throughout our conversation.
“shall we go to the library, perhaps? the dinner hall isn’t - uh-”
“the best place to study? tell me about it.” we both laugh as i grab my items, waving a quick goodbye to my friends.
the library was shockingly empty considering school was already in full swing - but, i guess the excitement of the tournament had skewed most people’s priorities.
in fact, the one person who should have studying as the last thing on his mind was the one standing next to me, weaving through bookshelves to find one of the comfortable spaces in the corners of the library.
“i’m not taking you away from anything, am i? i mean - if you have something to do, don’t let me stop you.” i voice my concern, and it causes him to look at me.
“i mean, i have a free period- oh! you meant about the tournament.” he gulps, the gulp of a man who didn’t want his voice to falter, “no, no, there’s not too much information about that yet.” i try to give him a reassuring smile, as his countenance betrays his body’s nonchalance - dislaying a look of nervousness.
“alright.” we sat in two chairs behind the ‘herbology’ section of the library. true to the content, it was decorated with small plants and flowers, a steady stream of sunlight, coming from a large window adjacent to us, falling over them.
“if i’m being totally honest,” he continues as he sits down, “i’m also looking for something to help me forget about the tournament - focusing on transfiguration might be the solution.” i nod in understanding - though i didn’t really understand. i mean, how could i?
i took a moment to glance over at him as i got my things in order, and he was looking off, a little dazed. i clear my throat, causing him to quickly snap back to me and start looking over my paper - eager to help me out.
an hour of studying - once my homework was completed - quickly turned into a half hour of talking to each other. we cracked jokes, told stories, complained about teachers. then, that half hour of conversation turned into him walking me to transfiguration and, by the end of the day, we’d managed to find each other together - alone, again - by the fire in hufflepuff common room.
to be completely fair, we’d only been alone for a couple of minutes. the first years - who were adorable - had taken it upon themselves to ask cedric everything one could possibly ask in regards to the tournament. some went above and beyond, deciding to branch off into other topics as well. at that point, cedric’s friends, as well as another exhausted prefect, used all their might to usher the lowerclassmen away from the common room and up to their dorms.
soon enough, cedric’s friends had also called it a night, and my own had conveniently disappeared before i’d even had a chance to see them. as suggestive as they all were being, i ignored it, deciding instead to enjoy the company of the sweet guy i had become fast friends with.
i was laughing quietly as he told me a story of how his friends had managed to pull a rather adventurous prank on snape in the third year. he’d joined me, but had stopped just a quickly. i look up at him, surprised to see his eyes already resting on me, a small smile on his face.
“hey, y/n?” i smile, trying the ease the sudden bout of awkwardness i felt.
“yeah?” he laughs a little to himself.
“god - oh, this is gonna sound stupid, but - you know how i said that the first years were being nosy at lunch and that’s why i’d come and sat with you?” i look at him, a bit puzzled as to why he was bringing this up now.
“uh, yeah - yeah, ‘f course.”
“well,” he runs a hand through his hair, “look, i’m not gonna beat around the bush - i like you quite a lot.” it takes me a second to process his statement, and when i do, my jaw hangs open. he takes it upon himself to continue, “and - well, i always that you were really pretty, and i’d see you in classes - you’re so bright - and then with the younger students, you’re so sweet and i-” he sucks in a breath, “i thought i’d shoot my shot. so - i guess what i’m trying to get at here is that - this weekend. i know it’s cheesy, but i’d love it if i could take you out. maybe hogsmeade?” i splutter, shocked that, somehow, this man - cedric fucking diggory - wanted to take me to hogsmeade, the perfect date location. i felt like i was in a movie. a concerned look fell over his face, and he quickly tried to change his statement, “we don’t have to go to hogmeade, we could go somewhere else-”
“no! i mean, no, i’d love to go to hogsmeade with you.” relief flushes his face, as he lets out a short exhale.
“oh, thank god.” he starts laughing, and i quickly join him.
as much as i tried to keep the situation under wraps, the news was quickly figured out by my friends. upon it coming to their knowledge, i was aggressively berated for not telling them sooner - and then, subsequently, ushered to our dorm so that we could find an outfit for the day. as meticulous as my friends are, it took them from when the found out - thursday - all the way to the morning of mine and cedric’s plans to come up with one.
it did pay off, considering the expression of his and his friend’s faces when i exited the main doors of the castle. he’d been speaking with them as i noticed him on my way out. he’d stopped midsentence, the neutral expression onhis face turning onto one of pleasant surprise. i smile at him shyly, giving him a small wave as his friend turns around to see what he’s looking at. quickly realizing the situation, his friend detaches himself from us - after a quick greeting to me.
upon his friend’s goodbye, cedric turns to me.
“ready?” i pretend to think about it.
“yeah, i think so.” he smiles, gesturing for me to loop my hand in his, before we made our way from the castle.
the town was just as it had been nearly 3 weeks previous - the last time i’d gone there. now, the light onslaught of snow added a truly piqturesque air to the town. as much as it did, i could feel myself shivering a little as cedric and i kept up slow conversation.
“you cold?” he must’ve noticed - what with my chattering teeth. i nodded, laughing a little.
“yeah, got pressured into wearing a cute outfit by my friends. i sorta forgot how cold it gets.” he laughs at the confession, before gesturing to a cabin-like building about a hundred meters in front of us.
“well, i bet we could find something to warm us up over there. besides, if its any consolation, you look fantastic.” i bit my cheek to stop my smile from growing through wide. fuck me - he made me giddy with just a compliment. i breathily reply.
“it really is.”
as we reached the building, i quickly spotted the all too familiar vintage sign - complete with shipped wood and faded lettering. having to squint to make it out, ‘the three broomsticks’ was written on the sign, alongside a cute picture of a bundle of broomsticks. cedric pushed the door open, ushering me in, and i was immediately overwhelmed by the perfect stuffiness of the establishment. you know the kind where there’s a distinct smell of sweet drinks and old mahogany, a warmth thats more homey than overbearing, and the kinda chatter you expect from a group of 3, but was really a collection of conversations spread out over several patrons.
“do you come here often?” cedric’s voice comes from right behind me and, for a moment, i feel his breath on my neck. as i was half-way through the process of taking my coat, the goosebumps that erupted from the area were clearly visible, “oh, are you still cold?”
“i - no, i’m fine-” i start to protest but he’s already handing off his sweater to me. he’s left in a button up - still the part of the professional prefect perfectly. i gape for a second, before shakily accepting it with a meek ‘thanks’, “um - no,” i start as i pull the sweater over my head, “i mean, i’ve been here, but only a few times.” he nods in understanding as we make our way to our table.
he’s quick to order us some warm drinks, trying to pay extra close attention to me by repeatedly asking my exact order. after the third time, i’d laughed, and told him to make flashcards. he’d laughed as well, running a hand through his hair.
as we drank, the first few moments were filled with borderline silence. i had thought to myself, wondering what had changed so drastically between us in about half a week. of course, i knew the answer to that - there was a big difference between casual, friendly conversation between two people, and a date.
he let out a small, almost embarrassed chuckle.
“i can tell you’ve been wanting to ask about it, y’know.” i look a little shocked.
“what’re you talking about?” he laughs.
“the tournament? right? i mean, i can’t really blame you. god, even my friends practically won’t stop talking about it.” i let out a short chuckel
“i - i guess i thought you didn’t really want to think about it much.” he ponders my response.
“i mean, the time we spend together, not discussing it is exponentially more enjoyable than when i do have to talk about it.” i look at him for a moment.
“does it annoy you?” he thinks about it for a second.
“well, i guess not. it just - it gets a bit tiring after a while. besides, it means i can’t forget about it for even a second. people are just constantly looking at me, asking me questions, god. sometimes i feel like i have to be absolutely perfect.” i nod slowly.
“yeah, i mean - i can’t imagine.” my circle didn’t really extend too far out of my own friends, and the idea of having practically the whole school pay attention to me made an exaggerated wave of anxiety wash over me. he’s gone quiet again, as our drinks arrive. realizing how awkward the subject makes both of us, i let out a sigh as i wrap my fingers around the warm beverage.
i quickly change the subject, and, with a soft smile on his face, he continues the conversation smoothly.
after the first date, there was a promise of another. and then another. by the third date. our friends had already considered us the resident married couple of the group, the both of us subject to constant jokes and innuendos. i didn’t mind it, though, as i wasl literally dating my dream guy.
or, at least, that’s what it felt like for the first few weeks. as cedric and i started spending more time together in private settings, with hushed voices and hidden affection, i realized that there was a distinct lack of just that - affection. the jokes he’d make while we were in the dining hall, the way he’d slip his arm into mine as he walked me to class, the way he’d kiss me when we said our goodnights in the common room all came to a bit of a halt when we had time to ourselves in his dorm.
as a prefect, his dorm was separate and his own, allowing the both of us, what i expected to be, ample time to discover each other more intimately, instead, it usually ended up with the two of us studying in a detached manner - him silently going through a textbook for transfiguration at his desk as i toiled over a defense against the dark arts essay on his bed. he would rarely even look at me, only remembering i’d exist once more as we were urged to join our friends in some activity or to get ready for some class.
unfortunately, my energy seemed much more involved than his - with my mind constantly wandering to what on earth he could possibly be thinking about. the two meters between his desk and his bed always felt like ligt years when we were alone.
as the majority of the students milled through their last day of classes before the first task, there was a distinct air of excitement throughout the castle. i’d seen the three other champions at different points throughout the day, being ushered around by their excited their friends or their teachers. viktor krum looked serious, but confident - as if he knew exactly how to tackle any problem thrown at him. fleur delacour - as composed as she always is - had seemed deeply thoughtful as she walked through the corridors with the headmaster of beauxbatons. and, finally, harry potter himself - the barely-legitimate participant from gryffindor - trudging by himself throughout the corridors. his face looked as though he was trying to seem completely nonchalant, but was wearing a thin mask over layers of confusion, worry and fear. i felt bad for him - the poor boy was so young. no one - especially those of his age - should have to face such a looming challenge.
then, of course, there was ced. i actually hadn’t seen him all day - the questions i’d asked his friends during breakfast yielding vague and, sometimes, contradictory answers. i figured that, in actuality, they had no clue where he was, and were simply coming up with likely scenarios. i decided to do the same - figuring he was given a day to practice and prepare in any way he can for the challenge - regardless of it he knew what he was tackling or not.
walking into the library quickly during my lunch break, i whizzed to the history section. i’d been putting it off this entire time - learning too much about the tournament - because i worried i would absolutely freak out and, thus, absolutely freak cedric out. nevertheless, i knew i couldn’t just ignore it forever, and, knowing the task was tomorrow, now was better than never.
pulling a large volume out centered around the documentation of different events - sports, skills and tournaments. flipping through chapters of quidditch world cups, wizard olympics and world-class spell casting tournaments, i finally found the section on the triwizard tournament.
my jaw dropped as i read the entries about the tasks. all of them were amalgamations that could only have been created by an over-dramatic maniac. my eyes quickly fell to the ending of each year - describing the various states in which champions came out of it. some suffered with various mental disorders, others with physical disorders and - the worst - some had died. teenagers - those of my age - died during this tournament. i could feel my heart quicken and my teeth grind as i quickly picked up the book and went to sit in the small corner i’d sat with cedric at so long ago. i was determined to help prepare him in any way i could before the tournament.
as i sit down, i nearly jump out of my skin when a hand quickly clutches mine - which had been resting on the side of the armchair. so engrossed in my book, i hadn’t even noticed that there was someone sitting next to me. worse, i didn’t even realize that it was cedric. i let out a shocked gasp and slam the book shut - wincing as the thump rung out through the library.
“hey, you okay?” ced’s looking at me with concerned eyes, and i quickly nod my head, a ervous smile replacing my shocked expression.
“yeah - yeah, i’m fine.” then, i realize where we are, and what day it is, “i thought you were preparing for the tournament? what’re you doing here?” he sighs a little, dropping his hand from mine.
“trying to get away from everything?” the meekness of his smile made it seem as if the joke he’d attempted held more truth than fiction. an air of sadness washed over me.
“are you okay?” i ask, as i set the book down. he doesn’t look at me.
“you’ve seen what happens at these tasks?” he doesn’t answer my question either.
“i - ced, we can prepare-”
“yeah, i’ve been getting a couple of the teachers to tutor me. fat help that’ll be if i don’t know what the task is.” the uneven, erratic tone of his voice makes my eyebrows furrow in worry. the composed, calm ced i knew had disappeared - replaced by this dishevelled, disordered person who had no idea as to what his next step was.
i turn to him, taking his head and forcing him to look at me.
“ced, you’re going to be fine. you’re one of the most capable wizards i know - and you’re rational, sane, and smart. that’s better than i can say for at least krum.” he let’s out a toothy grin, “whatever the task is, you’ll be able to get through it. fuck that, you’ll ace it.” he sighs deeply, nodding.
“yeah - yeah. i mean, it - i guess it can’t be that bad, right?”
it was absolutely that bad. i had accompanied cedric to the champions tent - as he urged me to give him a good luck kiss - and had stepped into the stands at the request of mcgonnagall.
me and my friend had just gotten into our seats, greeting cedric’s friends, when we heard a loud growl and assortments of screams and shouts from the crowd. i immediaely leaned forward, looking for the source of the noise, when my head snapped up to follow the swift motion of a… fucking dragon?
the roar and coughs of smoke and flame that bellowed from the massive, scaly creature confirmed my suspicions, making me choke on my spit. i could hear blood pounding in my ears, and the voice of the announcer was muffled, save for the last few words.
“... you’re first champion, cedric diggory!” the hogwarts side of the stands went ballistic on the mention of his name - but the only thing i could do was hold my breath as he ran out of the tent. seeing the magnitude of the dragon as compared to him, i damn near passed out, the loud gasp of my friend next to me being the only thing to jerk me back up to full attention.
we watched - minutes of silence as we all prayed that he’d get out of this unscathed. so focused on the small figure of cedric running around the field, none of us noticed the dragon losing interest in the dog that it’d been chasing. i was ready to breath a sigh of relief as cedric ran - only a mere 50 meters from the tent, egg in hand - when the dragon faced him. the heat from the gust of fire that it blew out was felt on the faces of everyone in the arena.
i screwed my eyes shut - i couldn’t watch anymore. unfortunately, i still got confirmations of my fear when one of his friends muttered a “fuck me, he got hit.” from behind me. widening my eyes in shock, i can just catch him slipping into the tent, away from the clutches of the ornery beast.
i’m pulled up by my friend, the group of us making a beeline for the champion’s ward to check on his well-being.
as we near, we see a large group of teachers - as well as madam pomfrey - gathered around the entrance. i attempt to squeeze through, but am promptly turned away by professor moody, his voice gruff but his tone empathetic.
“please, we’re his friends - i’m his girlfriend - i just need to see him-” his eyes both trained on me.
“sorry, dear, you’ll be able to see him soon.” he reaches into one of his many pockets to pull out a handkerchief, offering it to me. i suddenly feel the nevery obvious sensation of tears on my cheek - ones i hadn’t realized were there before - and graciously took the cloth. i felt an someone’s arm - probably a friend’s - wrap around my shoulders as i was led in the direction of the castle.
all i could think about was him.
the common room was in general uproar over the events of the day. of course, most of them were - save for our small little group tucked away in the corner. cedric still hadnt arrived, and it’d been a few hours since the end of the task.
the yellow and black flurry of colors from excited upper and lower-classmen had honestly started to make me feel a little nauseous, my mind fixated on quelling my growing worry. one of ced’s friends had a light hand placed on my back - a tentative sign of reassurance. it wasn’t doing much, though, with my bottom gnawed at to the point of injury, and the occasional welling of my eyes.
my head snapped up at the sound of a victorious bellow - followed by other loud, excited voices. quickly pushing through the crowd, i see the object of everyone’s joy. he looked mostly unharmed, thankfully, with just the remnants of a wound on his forehead having faded to a fleshy pink. he’s got that nonchalant smile on his face - as if we’d all not just been worried that he might’ve died. i had half a mind to chew him out, until his eyes finally met mine across the sea of people. his nonchalant expression was quickly replaced with one of true joy, and i couldn’t help a relieved smile settle over my lips.
we both find each other quickly, his hands finding a familiar spot around my waist as he pulled me to him. so relieved of his lack of injury, i was fully unprepared when he swept me off the floor and spun me. amidst a crowd of hollers and laughs, i breathed a giggly ‘ced!’ as he released me to the floor. not from himself though, his face buried in the crook of my neck.
as i felt him suck in a long inhale, i watched as people went back to the party.
“you scared me - god, ced, i was so worried! you did fantastic, by the way - the way you evaded the dragon was fan-fucking-tastic. well, until the end anyway, but-”
“i’m in love with you.” i felt my shoulders, which had been somewhat supporting the weight of ced’s cheek, tense, while my mouth fell open. before i could come up with any grunt of confusion, i felt the light breaths of his laughter on my neck, “god, that felt good to get out.” i cupped his head in my hands, maneuvering him so that he was looking at me. he had a euphoric, almost goofy smile plastered on his face, likely a massive contrast to the confused look on mine.
“cedric?” it’s a whisper, and i don’t even really know what i’m asking him. he hums an agreement in response. i breathe out, the hints of a smile growing on my lips, “pomfrey doesn’t have you drugged up, does she?” he snorted, making my smile widen.
“nope,” he popped the ‘p’, “just thought it was time.” i grow silent, my face becoming a bit somber. i looked between his eyes, a part of me so deeply devastated that i would find a hint of a joke in them. i didn’t.
“shit, you’re being serious.” it’s a breathy statement, one of utter disbelief. it causes him to let out a low laugh.
“why - why’s that so surprising?” i look around, suddenly so aware of the public nature of our conversation.
“um - ced, can we…” i trail off, my eyes looking at the stairs up to the male dorms. following my gaze, he quickly understands my question - nodding and leading me through the crowd.
after a barrage of congratulations, questions and excitable shouts, we finally managed to escape the common room. cedric’s room was messier than usual - i could tell that he’d been so worried about the tournament that he hadn’t had time for his usual upkeep.
he lets go of my hand to shrug off his robes - the heat inside the room made me also itch a bit with discomfort due to the blazer i was still wearing. he glances at himself in the mirror, wincing a little as he traced the indent of the wound.
“you okay?” it’s a quiet question, one he takes a moment to think about.
“yeah,” he turns to me, a smile once again on his face, “battle scars, eh?” i breathe out a laugh, wrapping my arms around his middle as we look at each other in the mirror. it’s silent for a minute, “you look beautiful.” i can feel my cheeks flush, and i bury my face into his shoulder.
“oh, shut up.” it’s a joking annoyance, and it makes him laugh.
“i’m serious!” his smile’s slowly replaced by a harder look, before he turns around to face me, “why were you shocked with what i said downstairs?” i didn’t look at him as i thought of an answer.
“you - you’ve just never said it before.”
“why didn’t you believe it?” i gulp, knowing i’d been caught in my half-lie. knowing there was really no way i could avoid this conversation, i simply sighed.
“i - oh, ced, i just didn’t think you saw me that way.” there’s a hint of worry in his eyes.
“did i make you uncomfortable?” the absurdity of the statement makes me snort.
“no! god, no, ced. i - god, in fact, i think i love you too. it’s just that, well, i always thought i didn’t mean that much to you,” his eyebrows shoot up in shock, but i continue - knowing this was the only time i’d be able to get it off my chest, “you never really talked to me when we were alon, and we only really talked publicly, and - well, you asked me out right after your name was picked, so…” i trailed off, unable - once again - to look him in the eyes.
“what, you… you thought i was with you just for the sake of a relationship? for my reputation?” i close my eyes, nodding slowly.
“i’m - i’m sorry, i know it wasn’t right to assume like that, and i know it makes me sound like a horrible, judgemental bitch, but-”
“no, no i should be apologizing,” he ran a hand through his hair, the intense look in his eyes dropping to the floor, before coming back to my face, “it’s not - it’s not cause i didn’t see you like that. i was just so stressed about the tournament, and i couldn’t focus on anything. whenever you were around was the only time i could get anything done - you made me feel peaceful.” i blush a little at his words, but he continues, “i can’t fucking believe i made you feel like that. like - fuck, like i didn’t cherish you. shit, i think i need you at this point.” i smile a little at the exaggeration, but there’s no hint of one on his face, “i’m serious. fuck, look, let’s not go too deep, but - oh, my, god. i’m in love with you.” his hands are quick to cup my face, looking for any hesitation on my part. finding none, i let him pull us together - the slightly chapped feel of his lips meshing with mine causing my mind to go blank for a few moments.
even when we broke apart, we didn’t let go, our faces mere inces from each other - the feel on both of our breaths on each others cheeks. i let out a breathy laugh.
“i - i love you too, ced.” he smiles, peppering light kisses on my cheek.
“sorry i made you feel-” he starts another apology, but i’m quick to stop him.
“don’t worry. you’ll have all the time in the world to make up for it.”
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