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|| Dear Winter || AJR ||
ćÉĪ¹Ī±ĘĻgĻ Ń cĻĘĻŃ:#BDA0CB ā ŃŠ½ĻĻ gŠ½Ń cĻĘĻŃ #F7B3DAć
|| Dear Winter || AJR ||
"Winter can stay with me tonight, if she wants a change of scenery? My place is pretty secure?" Carter suggeted while they walked out of the President's office. Winter would have an interview tomorrow. She had begrundingly agreed to it, the President having talked her into it. "No offense Carter, but that's a terrible idea." Oliver replied, crossing his arms. "Why?" Carter asked, nudging Oliver in the shoulder. "Because you're-well-" he started. "A ladies man?" Carter wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "What? Winter is a taken girl," Carter reminded him. "I'm right here," Winter replied, walking behind the two. She was tired, between the performance and wearing out her human body, Winter was ready to fall right to sleep.
"I'll go to Carter's place," Winter yawned. "Are you sure?" Oliver asked, crossing his arms like a frustrated parent. "Yes, I'm sure." She replied, crossing her arms to match his energy. "I can make my own decisions, thank you." Carter offered his elbow, Winter taking it. Oliver's phone rang then, "It's Ezra." He was still trailing after them on the way to the parking lot. "I told him to meet you at Carter's place. I'll swing by in the morning to pick Winter up for the interview," he waved to them, heading to his own car. Bianca had pulled up the limo, looking equally as tired as the rest of them. "What's with him?" Winter asked as she slid into the preheated seats, the chilly night releasing more snow onto the earth.
"He still has feelings for you," Carter admitted as Bianca drove. "He's still trying to protect you," Winter rolled her eyes. "I'm stronger than both of you combined. Even when I was a human, I was still stronger than both of you. I don't understand where this sudden need to protect me comes from." Carter looked at her strangely, "Winter, you disappeared for two years. Of course we're going to be protective, we don't want you to slip through our fingers again," guilt struck her once more. She felt a pang in her chest and looked down at her lap. "I didn't mean it like that," Carter ammended quickly. "No, you're right. I did a stupid thing, I messed up-" he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Stop beating yourself up, you did not mess up. You thought about your own needs instead of everyone else's. You went on a personal journey and found the love of your life. That's a wonderful thing Winter."
"You really think so?" She asked, "Yes. Why? Are you having doubts about your engagement?" He asked as Winter drew her knees to her chest. "Not really... maybe... I love Zed, I do, with all my heart, but sometimes I wonder if he loves me the way he say he does, or if it's just... fake." Carter moved seats to sit beside her. "Everyone wonders that. It's normal to be nervous before getting married. Have you told him that you're thinking these things?" Winter was silent. "Did you come to earth now to avoid talking to him?" She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, avoiding looking at him. "Winter!" Carter chasitied. "I know! I know! I'm a terrible person, okay! I just... I can't deal with all of these emotions!" She held her face in her hands, her nails digging into her skin.
"Winter, your childhood was traumatic. Of course you don't know how to process these emotions," he rubbed her back. "What you're feeling is normal and nothing to be ashamed of." They pulled up to a gate house, "one second." He rolled down the window, typing in a code. The gate opened, the limo driving through. "You've always pushed everything and everyone away. Now you're scared because someone is finally there for you and you don't know how to react. You're heart is conflicted," the limo stopped in front of a mansion. "This is where you live?" She was impressed, "Yeah, why? Come on, let's head inside. Ezra should be here any minute."