Ep 7・❥・ Night School

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stiles's pov

The room was deafeningly silent. Stiles thought if he listened closely enough he could hear everyone's hearts beating erratically in their chest, just like his own. Harper was stood one side of the door whilst Allison was on the other, the both of them pressing their back against the wall as a terrifying growl shattered the quiet. It's shadow lingering in the small door window before moving away.

Everyone let go the breath they were holding. Stiles's head dropping in relief whilst his best friend beside him wasted no time to scramble to a solution. One Stiles was doubtful they would find. "Jackson how many people can fit in your car?" The McCall boy questioned urgently.

"Five, if someone squeezes on someone's lap." Jackson answered, his eyes wide with terror.

Allison shook her head. "Five? I barely fit in the back."

"It doesn't matter." Harper added. "How are we supposed to get out of here without drawing any attention?" She asked, still leaning against the wall.

Scott's eyes light up. "That door, it leads to the roof and we can go down the fire escape to the parking lot in like seconds."

Stiles walked over to the door hesitantly. He wanted a way out of this murder trap but also knew it was stupid to get his hopes up. He let out a sigh as he saw the lock on the door. "It's a deadbolt." He announced, everyone's faces dropping as he did.

Scott rushed over to the Stilinski boy, tugging at the door helplessly until finally giving up. Stiles glanced over his shoulder, sending a look to Harper and a nod that he hoped she would pick up on. A look of confusion settled in her brow before she reluctantly joined the pair.

"The janitor has a key." Scott nodded, the fire of determination back in his dark eyes.

"You mean his body has a key." Stiles deadpanned.

Scott took a deep breath, Stiles could see the cogs turning in his best friend's mind and the skepticism radiating from beside him where Harper stood. "I can get it." Scott nodded confidently. "I can find him by scent, by blood."

"Well, gee, that sounds like an incredible terrible idea. What else you got?." Stiles shot back, in disbelief that everyone was just ready to throw themselves to this creature. This beast. It was a killing machine and he wouldn't let Scott fall victim to it.

"No. Absolutely not. There is no way you're going out there." Harper chimed in, her arms folded over her chest and a look on her face that was a sour mixture of shock and confusion. "You don't know how strong it is and you are just barely starting to get the hang of your control."

Scott didn't back down. "I have too. We have to make it out alive. Those three can't go," Scott whispered nodding to Lydia, Jackson and Allison. "Stiles can't go and you can stay here and make sure everyone is safe."

"Scott-" Stiles interjected only to get cut off.

"Im getting the key." Scott said as he walked away.

Stiles felt a thousand things exploding in his mind at once like fireworks going off on fourth of July. He felt anxious, angry, bitter, upset. Every feeling known to man had just lit up inside his heart. He watched as Scott made his way towards the door but Allison stepped in.

"Are you serious?" She whispered, though it sounded more pleading than angry.

"Well it's the best plan." Scott explained. "Someone had to get the key if we want to get out of here."

"You can't go out there unarmed." In reaction to Alison's words reached over grabbing a pointer finger that was left near the board. Everyone shot him judgemental looks, baffled by his lack of care and seriousness.

"What? It's better than nothing." Scott defended, placing the stick on the desk temporarily.

"There has to be something better." Stiles sighed, not exactly found of the idea of sending his best friend armed with a thin wooden stick with a pointer finger attached to the top.

"Wait. There is." Harper smirked as she lifted her boot and slipped a dagger out of it. Everyone looked startled maybe even little concerned. Everyone but Stiles.

He had never been able to figure out the mystery of Harper Everheart. There was moments when he trusted her, other times not so much and sometimes when he was balanced on the in between, which was most of the time. Stiles always wondered about the small habits he had picked up on and the things she did that fascinated him.

For example why she was always carrying that dagger. But right now, he wasn't questioning it. He was glad about it. Even that was an understatement. If his best friend was going to face the alpha at least he wasn't going in totally defenceless. He still would rather he didn't but when Scott makes up his mind there wasn't much that will stop him.

Harper flicked it in her hands before walking over to Scott. "It's a close range weapon, and you have zero experience with how to handle it so don't rely on it, not even a little bit. I'm giving it to you only for a do or die situation. Got it?" Scott stood there, absorbing all the inform before giving Harper a firm nod, one that she returned before passing the dagger to him.

"There is something else." Lydia chimed in, her eyes focused on the cabinet that stored various chemicals.

Stiles frowned. "What are we going to throw chemicals at it?"

"No. It's going to be like a fire bomb. In there is everything you need to make a self igniting Molotov cocktail." When she noticed everyone was staring at her she quickly added. "I read it somewhere."

"We don't have a key for that either." Stiles sighed.

Harper brushed ran her fingers through her hair before tucking the loose strands behind her ears. "Easy fix." She said, stepping forward and smashing the glass with a text book. As glass shattered all over the ground Harper stepped aside so Lydia could grab all she needed.

The Martin girl grabbed a few bottles and a funnel, setting them down on one of the table, rearranging them in the order she needed them to be. After a few minutes of her mixing and measuring, concentration etched on Lydias face she spoke for the first time. "Jackson, pass me the sulphuric acid."

Jackson began to reach out for one of the bottles before hesitating and grabbing the one beside it instead. Lydia dashed some into the glass, mixing it up before placing the cork on and passing it over to Scott, who accepted it quickly.

"No. No, this is insane, you can't do this. You cannot go out there." Allison shook her head. Stiles could see her desperation, who wouldn't? It was impossible to miss.

Scott snapped back in a harsh whisper. "We can't just sit here and wait for Stiles's dad to check his phone."

"You could die. Don't you get that?" Allison replied, tears brimming her eyes. "He's killed three people."

"And we are next." Scott said pressing his lips into a thin line. "Somebody has to do something." He began walking towards the door when the Argent called out to him again.

"Scott, just stop!" She hissed, rushing to get in front of him. "Do you remember- do you remember when you told me you knew whether or not I was lying? That I have a tell? So do you." Allison's voice faltered a tear slipping down her cheek. Scott finally stopped to hear her out for the first time that night.

"You're a horrible liar. And you've been lying all night." Allison was now only a few inches away from Scott, who couldn't bear to meet her eyes. "Just... Just please... Please don't go. Please don't leave us. Please."

Scott looked down at the ground before meeting the Argents tearful gaze. "Just lock it behind me." He muttered but before he could leave Allison pulled him back, their lips crashing together. Scott was first to pull away, holding her in his arms for a moment before walking out.

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Allison was breaking. In a way, they all were. Some just expressed it more. Stiles was stood straight back against the wall and hands stuffed in his pockets, a stoic expression on his face. He was going to kill Scott when he got back. Kill him for making him worry so much and for never thinking things through properly. Each second he was gone was a bitter testimony for that.

"I don't get it." Allison spoke, her voice wobbly as she looked to the door. "I don't get this. I don't get why he's out there, why he left us. And I cant... I cant stop my hands from shaking."

Without hesitation Jackson reached over, taking the Argents hands in his. Harper looked at them with a disgusted and simultaneously confused expression whilst everyone else stood around awkwardly.

"It's okay, it's gonna be okay." Jackson murmured, still holding Allison's hands. The Argent smiled, giving Jackson a small nod. It got especially weird when he began tracing his thumb on the back of her hand. Stiles looked at Lydia who seemed to be in shock, her brows furrowed as she watched her boyfriend and best friend. He could treat her a thousand times better.

Harper shuffled, jumping down for the table she was sat at and making a beeline for Stiles. The Stilinski boy broke out of his Lydia Martin induced trance and quickly turned to face Harper who looked like she had seen a ghost. "I can't find it." Her words were frantic as she ran her fingers through her hair.

Stiles frowned, pulling her away from the rest of the group. "Find what?" He questioned, looking down at Harper. She looked different in this light. The moon's night glow captured her features and amplified their almost mystical beauty.

"It's stupid but I found this photo it was of Selene" Her voice broke off, as she looked up at the ceiling in what Stiles suspected was a way for her to collect herself. "Sorry, it's just I don't have anything else, we didn't bring any photos when we came here and I didn't even know she had it until today." She rambled.

Stiles nodded lightly. "It's not stupid. The only thing that's stupid is you thinking it's stupid." He cringed at his own words. Immediately regretting saying that.

However, not so much when he saw his idiocy had made Harper smile. Even if it was ever so slightly.

"Sorry, but I guess all I'm trying to say is you're going to find it. I mean it has to be somewhere around here." Stiles continued. However, their conversation was cut short by the sound of a bellowing roar.

Stiles and Harper shared a look that only lasted a split second before Jackson was on the ground, hand to the nape of his neck as he cried in pain. The both of them ran over to the rest of the group as Jacksons screams only intensified.

Harper and Lydia pulled him up to his feet once his yells of agony stopped. He still kept his hand on his neck, wincing as he got up. "No. I'm fine." He muttered as he shrugged them off. "Seriously, I'm okay."

Harper snorted, looking him up and down. "I'm sorry but I think what just happened is the opposite of you being fine."

Stiles peered over, pointing. "What's on the back of your neck?" He questioned, but Jackson immediately smacked his hand away.

"It's been there for days and he won't tell me what happened." And though Lydia was addressing Stiles she was looking at Jackson making the Stilinski boy and probably the rest of the group feel like they were interrupting something.

"As if you actually care." Jackson retorted, stunning Lydia into silence.

Stiles sighed. "Can we not argue for like half a second here."

Allison began pacing. "Where is Scott he should be back by now." She asked worriedly to no one in particular. Then, the small sound of the lock turning caused her to stop in her tracks. She darted to the door, shoving the chair out the way and bagging on the door frantically. "Scott! Scott!" She called, trying anything and everything to get the door to open.

"Stop!" Lydia yelled, the Argent stepped back. "Do you hear that? Listen" What Stiles heard terrified him but simultaneously caused relief to wash over him. It was the sound of sirens walling, only drawing nearer and nearer. Whilst the rest of the group ran to the window Stiles hung back for a moment, consumed and paralysed with thoughts. Harper took notice, catching it from the corner of her eye.

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"And you're sure it was Derek Hale?" The sheriff questioned, holding a notepad in his hands whilst Stiles, Scott and Harper trailed behind him.

"Yes." Stiles sighed, as the four of them walked down the schools steps.

"I saw him too." Scott quickly confirmed with a small nod.

Noah paused and looked over at Harper, who was a lot more quiet compared to Stiles and Scott. She didn't seem to even notice that he was looking at her, her head in a different place.

"And you...Harper" it took him a few moments to remember her name and when he did her head snapped up a look of uncertainty in her eyes. "Did you also see him?" He questioned reluctantly.

Harper pushed her hair out of her face with a small sigh. She let a few moments pass, her brows pinched in contemplation before she gave a nod of conformation. Stiles looked at her and felt guilty that she was put in this position in the first place.

"What about the janitor?" Scott asked.

Noah returned his attention back to the McCall boy. "We are still looking." He answered.

"Did you check under the bleachers?" Scott questioned before repeating, "like under them."

"Yeah, Scott we looked." The sheriff Noah began to explain growing irritable. "We pulled them out just like you asked, there's nothing."

"I'm not making this up." Scott rebutted.

"I know, I believe you. I do."

"No you don't." Scott snapped, turning to face the sheriff fully. "You have this look like you feel bad for me, like you want to believe me but I know you don't."

A blanket of silence settled for a moment, one that allowed everything to simmer down. "Listen to me." Noah began. "We're gonna search this whole school. We're gonna find him. Okay? I promise." His voice was now more nurturing and soft a stark contrast to how they were a minute ago. But just as he finished up a man in the distance called for him."Stay both of you." He pointed a finger at the three of them before moving away.

"Well, we survived guys. You know?" Stiles let out of a sigh of relief as he threw his hands up in the air. "We outlasted the alpha. It's still good right? Being alive." Though Stiles was happy he couldn't help but notice Scott and Harper weren't sharing the same enthusiasm.

"Some of us weren't so lucky." Harper muttered so quietly Scott and Stiles had to strain to hear her. Harper fiddled with the ring on her finger as she looked into the distance were the dead bodies of Derek and Selene were supposed to be laid. Except, it seemed like nothing had even happened, just like with all the other bodies.

"When we were in the chemistry room, he walked right by us. You don't think it knew exactly where we were?" Scott shook his head as he explained.

"Well, then how come we're still alive?" Stiles asked almost timidly. Scared of the answer that he would hear.

"It wants me in its pack." Scott exclaimed, waiting for one of the officers to walk by before he continued. "But I think first...I have to get rid of my old pack." Scott didn't bear to meet Stiles's eyes.

"What do you mean? What old pack?" Stiles questioned, folding his arms over his chest. It was clear he was the only one who didn't know where this was going. Harper's head was hung low and Scott's eyes were full of pity. He hated it.

"Jackson, Lydia, Allison, Harper." Scott listed, hesitant to say the last person he was thinking of "You."

Stiles felt his heart stop. His best friend, whom he had shared so many memories, laughs, who had grew up with had been put in a position neither of them thought was possible. "The alpha doesn't want to kill us." Stiles trailed off.

Scott turned his back to the Stilinski boy, clearly to hurt to even be faced him. "He wants me to do it." The words hit Stiles like a ton of bricks. "That's not even the worst part."

"How in holy hell is that not the worst part, Scott?" Stiles yelled, standing up fully so that he wasn't leaning on the railing behind him anymore.

"Because when he made me shift," Scott turned around. "I wanted to do it. I wanted to kill you. All of you." Tears began to fill Stiles's eyes and a few dragged out seconds ticked by before Scott walked away to check on Deaton, leaving stiles, alone?

He had excepted to see Harper stood to the side like she was just a few moments ago but was only left with vacancy. Stiles began looking around frantically with a frown etched on his face. He jogged down the school steps scouring the parking lot for her but to no luck. His heart was racing. She had just disappeared with the hiss of the wind without a trace.

Stiles's heart raced as he darted through the parking lot, eyes frantically scanning for Harper. Where had she gone? He couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at his insides. Stiles didn't think she was the type to just disappear like that, especially not after everything they had just been through.

"Dad! Have you seen Harper?" he asked breathlessly, skidding to a stop in front of his father who was speaking to another officer.

Noah Stilinski sighed, his patience wearing thin after the long night. "Stiles, I'm in the middle of—"

"Please, Dad. It's important. Just... have you seen her?" Stiles pleaded. What if the alpha had done something to her?

The sheriff glanced at his son and saw the panic in his eyes, recognizing that this wasn't one of Stiles's usual overreactions. He frowned, looking around for the girl. "No, I haven't. But she couldn't have gone far, alright? We've got officers in every corner."

Stiles muttered a quick thanks before taking off again. The cold night air was biting at his skin as he ran past his wrecked Jeep, past the huddle of police officers, feeling more desperate with each step.

Where are you?

He hoped she'd somehow slipped through the cracks, maybe just wanting to get away from the chaos. But there was no sign of her. Only the echo of distant sirens in the night. "Come on, Harper..." he whispered to himself.

His mind raced as he retraced his steps, slowing down when something caught his eye. In the faint glow of the streetlights, there was a glint on the ground, half-hidden near the curb. Stiles jogged over, crouching down to get a better look, and there it was.

A photo.

He replayed their last conversation. The photo. She'd mentioned losing a photo of Selene. The way she'd spoken about it, the pain and the hesitation. She wasn't just upset. She was grieving. She was grieving alone.

It was old, worn at the edges, with a soft tear along one corner. He picked it up slowly and turned it over. The picture was small, but it told a whole story. A younger version of Selene, with people he couldn't recognise and a mini Harper only just making it into the frame as she stood in the distance. The sunlight streamed down behind them, making the whole image look golden.

Stiles exhaled, feeling a sudden weight in his chest. This was the photo she'd been talking about. He straightened up, glancing around, and then, he spotted her.

Harper was sitting on the curb, just a little ways off, her knees drawn up to her chest. Her face was hidden in her arms, but her body language said everything he needed to know. She looked small, fragile, like she was trying to fold in on herself, away from the world.

Stiles approached her quietly, holding the photo in his hand like it was made of glass. He slowed as he got closer, unsure of how to start. He didn't want to spook her or make it worse. It's not really like they were friends but they weren't strangers either. They were just Stiles and Harper. Besides, he couldn't just leave her there.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, hoping he wouldn't make a complete fool of himself and that he would for once just say the right thing.

Harper didn't look up, but he noticed the slight shift in her posture, a conformation that she knew that he was there.

"I, uh... I found something." Stiles sat down beside her, leaving a comfortable distance as he reached over showing her the photo, waiting for her to react.

After a long moment, Harper finally lifted her head. Her eyes were red and swollen, the remnants of tears staining her cheeks. She blinked at him, then at the photo in his hand. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she reached out and took it.

Her breath hitched as her fingers brushed over the worn edges. Stiles watched as her face crumbled, but this time, there was something softer about it, like a burden had been lifted, even if just a little.

"You know, It's not stupid," Stiles repeated what he had said earlier, though his tone was gentler now and mind actually clear on what he wanted to say. "Missing someone, holding on to the things that remind you of them. None of that is stupid. Not at all."

Harper looked down at the photo for a few more seconds before glancing back at him. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice shaky.

Stiles sat down beside her, the night air cool and heavy around them. "I know it doesn't really help right now, but... things are going to work out. I don't know how and when but they will," he said quietly, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

Harper let out a breath, her fingers still tracing the outline of her Selene in the photo. "I just... I keep thinking about everything that's happened tonight, all the people we've lost. It's like it's just too much. It's all too much. You know?"

Stiles nodded and for a moment they sat in silence. The heavy weight of unspoken words and thoughts hanging between them. Something between them shifted. They shared something different. Deeper. It was recognition of loss and fear.

"Selene was everything to me." Harper sniffled, a single tear slipping down her cheek. "I know you don't know her, or even know me, but she did. She knew me. She didn't just listen but she heard me. She was my voice of reason. I don't know what to do without her."

Stiles took a deep breath, thinking carefully about what to say. He had seen so many different sides to Harper today, ones he never thought he would. Yet he also knew there was much more that was undiscovered and unknown. "I don't think you have to know. I mean who does? You did your best. If you ask me I think it was pretty cool."

Harper looked over at him, her eyes carrying a new softness. "You think everything is cool, Stiles." A faint, tired smile lingering on her lips. "And it fyi it didn't feel really cool."

Stiles smiled back with a shrug. "I don't find everything cool that's the first thing." Stiles began, his smile dropping slightly as the topic he had been dying to talk about tugged at his mind once again. "And-" He began but Harper quickly cut him off.

"Just ask whatever you want, Stiles." She nodded, pulling in a shaky breath as she looked at him. "Secrets out now, right? No point in avoiding it anymore."

Stiles was hesitant. Seeing Harper in the parking lot, seeing what she was capable of was like nothing he had imagined. He took a deep breath, heart thudding wildly in his chest. "How did this all start? Were you born with it or were you like turned, you know like Scott?

Harper's expression shifted her eyes dropping to the ground for a moment before she looked up again. "Remember how I told you how the more I use my power the less control I have?" Stiles nodded. "Well, my life used to look really different."

Stiles frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I used to be in a pack myself. I used to have an alpha." Harper admitted, her hands shaking and her leg bouncing. "I was born a siren and into it my pack and my alpha...he was a horrible man. He was terrible. He treated me like his personal weapon. That's what he turned me into."

Despite her obvious efforts, tears began to fall from her eyes. She looked shattered, like she had been through enough pain for a thousand lifetimes. Stiles looked at Harper, his eyes roaming over each inch of her face as he took in every detail.

"You don't have to tell me anymore." Stiles quietly told her as she wiped the tears from her face. However, it was pointless because they only continued falling.

"No, no I have to." She took another deep breath, trying to compose herself. "I thought I was safe," Harper said, her voice shaky. "When Selene and I left the pack, I thought I could finally be free. But the past, it doesn't just disappear."

"I'm sorry," Stiles murmured, unsure of how to bridge the gap.

Harper glanced at him, her eyes bloodshot. "It's just with Selene gone, it feels like the last thread holding me together has snapped. I don't know how to be me without her."

"You still are you, Harper. You're not alone in any of this."

A bitter laugh shook through Harper. A smile on her face that didn't reach her eyes. "Yes I am." She scoffed. "I'm completely alone. Selene is gone, I don't even have Derek. I have no family. I have absolutely nothing. No one."

"You have m- us" he replied, cursing himself for his slip up, silently hoping she hadn't noticed. "People care about you. Is that so hard to believe? "Then again Stiles had to admit, they never gave her a reason to believe.

Harper took a deep breath, contemplating his words. They fell into silence but this one felt different. More peaceful. Harper looked up at the velvet sky and the bright stars, admiring their beauty. A tear slipped down the length of her face every now and then.

Stiles on the other hand was staring shamelessly at her. He was trying to read Harper, her every thought, what she was feeling, but ultimately coming up blank. Stiles didn't trust many people, it was difficult, that included Harper, but with her it was different. They now had an understanding that had its own sort of trust.

Stiles had never felt anything like it.

"Thank you." Harper hummed as she met his oak brown eyes once again. "Thank you for everything."

Stiles gaze softened at the words, a smile instantly twisting onto his face. He was glad that she was at least somewhat okay. Stiles gave her a small nod, the two of them just looking at each other for a solid few seconds before Harper looked away with a small laugh. "What?" She asked with a smile Stiles had never seen her wear before.

It was warm and real. It light up her whole face even morphed it into something so different. It wasn't as if he had never seen her smile, he had, but it was just something about this one that he wanted to keep forever. He found his smile widening without him even meaning it to, the tension that had been constricting his heart since the beginning of the night easing a little.

"What?" Stiles shrugged, with the smile on his face. He was trying to act as though his heart wasn't fluttering in his chest and how terrified he was to say the wrong thing, again, and completely embarrass himself.

Harper's eyes softened as she shook her head, her smile still lingering. "You're weird, Stiles," she teased lightly, though there was no judgment in her words. It was the kind of playful jab that made him relax a bit, making him feel like everything was normal even if it wasn't.

Stiles chuckled, "Yeah, well, I hear that a lot," he replied with a small nod.

For a few beats, they sat there, the tension from earlier fading as the quiet night wrapped around them. Harper's tears hand slowed, the only evidence of them being her slightly puffy eyes, though her fingers still held the photo like it was a precious diamond.

Stiles on the other hand, tried not to make a big deal out of how peaceful she looked in that moment. He knew it wouldn't last, but it was something.

After a while, Harper spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. "You don't have to stay, you know. You should go back to your dad or Scott, I'm sure they are worried and it's not safe out here."

Stiles turned to look at her, brows furrowing slightly. Her words sent a rattle of confusion through him. Did she not want him there? "I'm not leaving you out here alone."

She sighed, shaking her head softly. "You don't owe me anything. It's been a long night."

"I'm where I need to be," Stiles said firmly, convention in his voice. He couldn't just leave her like this. He wouldn't.

Harper let out a breath, her eyes finding his in the dim light. "You always do that," she muttered.

"Do what?"

"Act like you need to save everyone."

Stiles blinked, thrown off by the statement. His brows pinched together as he shook his head, "I'm not trying to—"

"Yes, you are. I've noticed it, Stiles," Harper interrupted. "You're always carrying everyone else's burdens. Thinking of solutions. But you can't fix everything, Stiles."

Her words hung in the air between them, and for the first time that night, Stiles let himself feel the weight of everything that had happened. She wasn't wrong. He did try to fix things. Especially when it came down to his friends. But none of that changed the fact that he couldn't walk away from her now.

"I know I can't fix everything," he admitted quietly, his gaze dropping to the ground. "But that doesn't mean I can't try to help."

Harper was silent for a moment, her eyes studying him carefully. Stiles felt exposed under her gaze because it felt like she could read every thought that passed through his head.

It was awhile until Harper spoke again. "You just need to remember that sometimes helping isn't enough." Hurt washed over her face, and he knew what she was referencing. Rather, who. Whether it was subconsciously or not.

They sat in silence for a long time, the distant sounds of officers, EMT workers and the overall buzz of the night fading into the distance. Stiles kept glancing at her, the way she stared up at the stars, lost in thought. He wanted to say something more, but he didn't feel the need to fill the quiet because it's what they both needed and wanted.

Eventually, Harper spoke again, her voice soft but clear. "Selene used to tell me that the stars weren't really for wishing. She would tell me they were just a reminder that the world is so much bigger than we can imagine. That there is probably someone looking at the same stars we were. They were a reminder we weren't alone."

Stiles glanced up at the sky, looking at the few stars that twinkled above them. "I like that." He said quietly.

Harper nodded, her eyes still trained on the sky. "She told me when I was little and I thought it was so stupid. I just couldn't understand it but now I think I do."

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