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*Ethan POV* It is Saturday, I drink heavily. How is she not here yet? I have linked patrol 27 times to make sure no one has requested access. Jason sits across from me. "Why isn't she here?" "Are you sure she is real?" "She is real" "Are you sure you marked her?" "Of course I am sure" "Did it work?" "Of course it worked, I saw it on her skin" "Did she definitely want it?" "Yes, otherwise I would have watched her bleed out, f**k Jason, you are really not helping" "Just trying to work it out" "I have thought over every word 1000 times, maybe it has just taken longer to work everything out, you didn't see her, she wanted me" I pull the drawing out of my pocket, hand it to him and continue. "She drew this, before she even met me. She had a better image of me than I had of her"