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|| Dear Winter || AJR ||
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|| Dear Winter || AJR ||
Carter laughed, was Winter over thinking things? Was it really that simple? "I'm not cute," Winter huffed, crossing her arms. Sure, she was small, but that didn't immediately make her cute! She was eighteen now, officially an adult. She was no longer cute. "Elise, tell Carter he's an idiot," she crossed her arms while Carter laughed. In the end, despite acting upset, Winter laughed as well. Maybe it was a good thing she had finally told them what was on her mind, as her heart no longer weighed heavily in her chest. She ate her final sour stick, leaning back against the heated cushions of the limo. There was mood lighting playing around them. Bianca, Carter's agent, watched them with interest. Winter was used to being watched this was of course, so it didn't bother her.
Elise tried to explain it from Oliver's perspective, saying that she understood where he was coming from. Hearing Elise say it like that, Winter felt selfish for denying his request. "I'll think on it," she said after hearing Elise's piece. Elise, of course, was much more eloquent and refined, getting the point Oliver had been trying to make across rather easily. "Like you said, it's just one speech and I'm going back to Olympia anyway." It wasn't as though Winter was going to be forced to spend time answering questions or forced to do things for them anymore. That's right, she was free. She could do whatever she wanted. "It's too bad you have to go back so soon Elise," Winter murmured. "I would have liked for you to be there too," was Elise doing alright? No doubt she was nearing her limit.
Carter brought up the former President's speech, the one he had given Winter a million times. The good of the many outweighed the benefit of the few. Or in that case, the benefit of Winter. They were words she had tried her hardest to forget, but it seemed like she would never be allowed to. Winter leaned back against the seat, closing her eyes as she felt suddenly nauseous. "Are you alright?" Bianca asked, afraid to reach out. Winter nodded, "Yeah, I just skipped breakfast." Bianca reached into a mini fridge, pulling out a ginger soda. "Try this, it should help." She handed it to Winter, who took a sip. It was bitter, but had undertones of sweetness. "Thanks," she sipped it slowly while Elise and Carter argued.
"Oh, where are we?" Winter asked, realizing that they were not returning to Oliver's house. "We're going out for dinner, my treat." Carter grinned, "I thought we might want to make a detour first." He pushed the door open once the limo had stopped, "a little surprise." He led the way, Winter looking up. "They rebuilt it," the Opal. It glistened in the winter light, snow decorating the circular roof. "Yeah, there's someone here to greet us." He led them to the door, opening it up. Winter took off her winter coat, the interior of the building warm. "There you are Carter, you're lat-" Timothy Green stopped speaking halfway through while Winter was wiping her boots on the carpet. "Winter?" He rushed forward, almost afraid to touch her. "And Elise too! I thought you were dead. Both of you, oh gosh. Carter, why didn't you tell me!"
"Because I knew you would react like this," he nudged Timothy. "Anyway, want to give us a tour?"