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Feeling Demi returning the paper to him, Kalder hesitated for a moment. God, Beatrice was spot on in her observation, never had he been so terrified of a piece of paper. Even anticipating his O.W.L. results had been less stressful. Slowly taking in a breath to calm himself down, Kal unfolded the paper, his eyes scanning through the words as if hoping the slower he read them the more in favor they would be. They were harsh, as to be expected, his hand unconsciously scratching his neck in discomfort as he finished reading. Still, he found himself nodding, his eyes low, but he found himself elated. She didn't say yes. She didn't.

Her first sentence seemed to be the one that stuck out the most. Of course he cared. [i][color=springgreen]Because I'd do whatever it takes to see that smile again.[/color][/I] But admitting that would open up an entirely different yet relevant situation that he just wasn't sure he could handle telling her the truth. He [I]still[/I] couldn't handle it himself, how the hell was he supposed to go about explaining everything? And even then, there was no guarantee she would believe him, she could very well tell him to kindly toss himself off the Astronomy Tower and walk away forever.

And that was a possibility Kalder couldn't handle. He didn't even want to think about it, at least if Demi continued to hate him, it meant that he was still relevant even if it wasn't in a positive way. But if she stopped caring, then what?

Kalder needed to respond. He needed to tell her something, anything that showed he still cared. As Caleb said, he needed to be honest. So at the risk of ruining everything, he put his quill to the paper, slowly putting together the words.

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Ignoring the pit in his stomach, he passed the note back discreetly.