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august wasn't exactly having the greatest start to the new year. hell, this first month was starting to feel like one of the worst phases he'd been through in a long while. first it was his passionate night with emma, a shattering heartbreak he had accepted gladly, but it still stung all the same. then there was his time with andrew, ending abruptly in a shocking betrayal that messed with his head. then the loss of a good friend as he discovered both the man's close friendship with andrew and his romance with emma. and august didn't blame the others who had been in the midst of all this drama-- except andrew, who could rot in hell for all he cared-- but all that did was add guilt onto the list of negative emotions pouring into him. guilt that he was cutting off a close friend who didn't even know what was happening, guilt that he had held onto a love for emma she didn't want him having, guilt even for feeling guilty because he knew neither of these people would want him working himself up like this.

and the worst part was, he hadn't even known how bad it was gonna be.

not until he caught sight of his little-miss-perfect twin sister he had been avoiding for years outside the window of the diner he was waiting at.

what was she even doing here, he wondered, and why did she have to come now?

as he noticed her looking inside, he turned his head down and away from her, scrubbing intently on a speck that wasn't there with his rag and hoping to all hope he wouldn't go recognized. of course out of all times for her to come into town she'd have to choose now. it was just his luck, he decided. because she couldn't possibly come by when everything was great and he'd get to show her how amazing everything was for him, could she? she had to just make his terrible couple of weeks all the more disastrous.

a small part of him figured maybe he should've given her the benefit of the doubt-- after all, she wouldn't possibly be doing this on purpose, but he just couldn't care right now. he was just too hurt, too scared, too angry, too emotional to think about anything except that she was here and she had chosen a terrible, terrible time to be here.

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Aurora's feet ache horribly as she leans against the side of a Diner. This had not been her intended stop but she was beginning to think if she didn't take a moment to rest here her legs would just give up and she'd have to drag herself back to her apartment. The Brunette had honestly lost count of how many local hot spots she had visited. She'd been to the shore front more times this week than she thought was humanly possible and she had probably seen more of the town's landmarks than any of the locals could dream of. Letting out a heavy sigh she reaches into her bag and pulls out her water bottle. Taking a small swig of water from the bottle her brows furrow in thought. Where could her brother be? Olympia was a big town but it wasn't just somewhere you could completely disappear into. If you wanted to live there you would have to visit or pass by at least one of the town's hot spots, it even said so on their brochures. Aurora would know, she had practically read them all before making the journey down here. Maybe her friend was wrong? Maybe August just wasn't here. And if he was would he even want to see her? People don't typically just disappear into the night without a trace with the intention of being found. Suddenly, Aurora is broken from her train of thought by a loud grumble emanating from her stomach. Letting out a slight laugh at the absurdity of the situation Aurora shakes her head, "Ok stomach, you win. We'll get food first and then I'll throw myself a pity party." Shoving her water bottle back into her bag she begins walking along the side of the diner and stops as she notices something out of the corner of her eye.

Aurora can't believe what she is seeing. It's August. Her brother. Right there inside the diner. Shaking her head in disbelief she blinks a few times and stares back into the diner. It really is him. Her feet begin moving before she can even form any other thought. She pushes open the doors to the diner and walks in not bothering to survey the scene as her eyes remain locked on her brother. Ignoring the waitress asking her if she wants a booth or a table Aurora keeps walking, adrenaline and anticipation replacing whatever pain she should be feeling from each step. She only stops once she is standing right behind him. Only inches away from the brother she has been missing for years now. "Auggie?" Aurora questions, her voice so small but so full of hope.

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