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Home is where the heart is.
“Yeah, exactly.” She answered, even though the words felt bittersweet to her. They invoked the image of a happy family living inside four walls together. A household. Something she had lost over 10 years ago. As much as her friends were her family, they weren’t a substitute for her parents.
“Being new helps a little bit because you have more options.” She pointed out, knowing that he wouldn’t need to take as much petty drama and deep hatred into account when selecting the team he would be on. “Unless, of course, you’ve already managed to make yourself an enemy or two.” She added, her eyes looking for any reaction to her statement, especially one that would confirm it was true.
As he took a sip of his tea, she did the same with hers, finishing it off with a bite of pastry. As she listened to him, she moved her long, dark hair behind her shoulders and out of the way. She smiled when he compared meeting new people to collecting little pieces of a puzzle.
“That’s actually a really nice way to put it. Very poetic.” She agreed with him. She always believed that everyone she met played a role in her story, no matter how small, and each new place she lived in became a new chapter, which aligned perfectly with his puzzle analogy.
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@CerealKiller - Kairo