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I blame the New Year…and the wine that came with it.

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For Auld Lang Syne

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Tenten’s shift ended late, and she dragged herself into her apartment just as others were beginning to go out for the evening.

New Year’s Eve was in full swing.

Tenten locked her apartment and hung her keys on the peg by the wall where it was joined by her coat, earmuffs, hat, scarf, gloves, boots, and heavy hoodie.

It was frigid outside – the wind was bitter, and sharper than any tool in her arsenal. Her phone had been buzzing merrily all evening with notification after notification of friends updating statuses and posting pictures and sending texts and wishing the world a Happy New Year.

She couldn’t be more removed from their reality.

Not since he left.

She understood, really – he had always said he would take his place in his family’s company – that he would be moving up in his world. The mistake had been hers; she’d grossly underestimated how far that world was removed from her own. Their time together became less and less, and their disagreements – once non-existent – were becoming commonplace.

She supposed she was grateful they never got around to actually moving in together. He had left the country after one of their fights, and was going to be gone for months. With no reconciliation in sight, she’d lived in a miserable limbo, never so unsure of where she stood in her life. When the offer came to move to the big city and start over – what was there to keep her from accepting?

Nothing.

The same thing that filled her days and her heart and her dreams. She worked and excelled, and had the chance of making friends, but largely kept to herself. She kept in touch with Lee, if only to keep him from breaking down her door if she didn’t reply to his messages after a few days, but she rarely spoke with anyone back home. She’d never been a convincing liar, and knew they’d hear the raw hurt in her voice. People here were fooled; they’d never seen her happy. They took her subdued cheerfulness as a confident contentment, and she concealed her wounds with a slight of hand no one had been clever enough to catch.

There had only ever been one pair of eyes that saw through her illusions – and she had run half-way around the world to escape them.

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such an adorable piece
Also, can we just all agree Shisui is the best thing since sliced bread? 
Such a lovely way to start the New Year! 
Thank you for sharing Giada!