Fubsy

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Marcella pulled Cooper into a tight embrace and closed her eyes. "I promise...I will never forget you, Cooper..." She didn't let go until Lila announced her stop. Even then, she pulled away with clear reluctance. Her hands remained clasped around Cooper's. Uncertainty and fear swam in the dark brown pools of her eyes, but so did hope. Hope for a better future. One for all of them. Ever so slowly, the Italian let go and stepped out of the carriage. With a bow of goodbye, Marcella walked to her home, opened the door, and disappeared inside.
@Framing A Moose@ladyanglaise

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Marcella buckled the safety harness. "The last house to the left on Silverbrook Avenue. Thank you again, Lila." She gave the driver a tired smile. Her hand reached towards Cooper's and lightly squeezed it--a small bit of security for the bumpy ride ahead.

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Maybe they've grown distant but still remember each other, with some closer to others than the rest?

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Marcella smiled appreciatively at the driver. "Thank you, Lila." She was reluctant to get into the vehicle after the last rocky endeavor, but her home was too far to walk. Besides, it gave an excuse to see her friends for a little longer before they went their separate paths. With a little hop, Marcella staggered into the carriage.

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Marcella sighed and glanced back. "The talk with Daniella didn't go so well neither. Poor girl is absolutely heartbroken." A small smile pricked the edge of her mouth, a small sparkling of mirth amongst the gloom, brought on by Lila's comment. "Although, yes, I suppose it's better than someone being stabbed or run over."

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Marcella turned and began to walk away, her shoulders dropped in defeat. She began to walk briskly down the street as she searched for her friends. Hopefully they had a better time with Maxwell than she did with Daniella. It wasn't long before she saw Cooper and Lila, a disheartened expression on their faces. Marcella quickene her pace and ran towards them. "How did it go?" she called, allowing a drop of hopefulness to seep into her voice.

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Oh, whoops lol. I thought Coops and Lila were gonna come to Marcy.

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@ladyanglaise
Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes aBSOLUTELY FLIPPING YES
Now I want Cola to be canon just for that ship name omg

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Marcella watched helplessly as the singer disappeared back into her home. A sorrowful tune followed, a gloomy melody intertwined with the sadness in the air. The Italian stood there numbly, tears threatening to overflow. It was the affect of the hauntingly beautiful voice and the helpless regret nestled deep beneath her gut. She was a doctor, damn it! It was her job to help. Unfortunately, there was no cure for a broken heart except time.

With a shaky breath, Marcella turned to the newly arrived companion. "Khalil, is it? Pleasure. My name is Marcella Biancardi. If only we had met in more jovial circums..." she trailed off as Khalil turned away, seemingly forgetting the Italian's presence. Marcella sighed and turned her back. The best course of action now would be regrouping with her companions before heading home to gather her supplies.