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She tore across the yard. Tears streamed down her cheeks. All she'd wanted was their support. Their acceptance of who she really was. And she thought she'd had it.
Now she was running away from them, running away from the only place she'd found a home.
She crossed Rosewood Street. The city was dimly-lit.
He repressed the feeling in his heart. It was ridiculous to let her in and let her get to him when he chose to shut everyone out. He could not go through it again. Losing someone else would be too much for him to handle. If he could only overcome this...
For once, he was grateful that Rouge was as stubborn and pigheaded as him. Instead of giving in to the commander's rough treatment, she'd fought back. He couldn't help but smile. He'd always admired that stubborn streak deep down.