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Manon had found a rightful place. Her back leaned against the flattened tree trunk that branched out above her in an attempt to reach the sun. Her legs were outstretched on the grass, coming in contact with the water left parched by a passing rain, soaking into the ground below her. 

For the most part, Manon would spend her time on set following Luca around and staying close to him, but occasionally she'd go to her favorite spot under the beloved tree, and delve into her journal, transferring all she was seeing on set into words. 

That day though, it seemed as if everything but her journal was catching her attention. She could hardly explain why, but suddenly, she appreciated everything that was happening around her. She couldn't help but notice the beautiful day that was happening around her, with flowers blooming left and right.

She noticed a few daisies peek at her from afar, remembering the days she and Timothée ran around the field of daises beside the French mansion.

It was particularly sunny that day, compared to the previous days that were filled with hails and downpours. The sun rays shielded the greenery as a blanket of snowy comfort. Under the sunshine, the peaches and apricots glimmered for all eyes to admire, products of the mud and rain that dawned over the region, resulting in each tree spreading out proudly, showing off the beauty of their fruits, creating a festivity of color.

The air was refreshing, as the sound of chirping birds rung throughout the orchard. Manon found herself taking a break and closing her eyes, enjoying the nothing that was everything to her. She wondered if perhaps this bright day out of many gray ones was a sign, that things were getting better. That perhaps, her reunion with her childhood best friend was positively affecting her and the universe around her.

"Took me a while to find you, you always seem to be hiding somewhere" Manon opened her eyes, fluttering her lashes as she looked up, noticing the curly-headed boy as he leaned his elbow on the tree she was resting on. 

"Sorry, I keep forgetting" Manon sighed. She didn't really have anyone who cared about her whereabouts and had gotten used to escaping life and not looking back, knowing no one would be looking for her. It was the freedom she always wanted but had ultimately paid the price for.

"It's fine, what are you doing"? Timothée asked as he sat on the damp grass around the tree, facing the girl. 

The girl took the journal that was heavily sat on her thighs and shook it in front of Timothée as if it was bait.

"What's this"? He asked, pointing out the strange notebook in her hand. 

"Oh, right, you don't know. That's my college journal, it's why I'm here, to document production. It's part of my final project" Manon explained, running her hands alongside her journal. It wasn't particularly unique looking, but to her, the journal had words unfurled inside of it she couldn't bear losing. They were a promise of a dream, of a hope that one day, she'd be in Luca's place, directing a project and creating something that'd move thousands of hearts.

"Mind if I have a look"? Timothée asked the girl, testing the waters and trying to see whether she'd let him have a look into something so sacred to her. He could tell by the way she held it as if it was a newborn baby, that it meant a lot to her, that it wasn't just a school project.

"I don't" She responded, handing the journal over to the boy and fidgeting with her fingers nervously. Timothée opened the journal, skimming over the looping and convoluted handwriting. Manon's writing was always hard to decipher. She'd always complain about her teachers and the fact that they could never understand what she was trying to say, but Timothée had gotten so used to her writing, that reading it wasn't a problem. He surprised himself when he skimmed through the mess in front of him with ease, realizing that his memory of her handwriting never quite went away. 

"It's beautifully written" He complimented, the honesty in his expressions putting a smile across the girl's face. He didn't quite know what to expect, for how creative could you really get with describing set? Yet her point of view and creativity made set seem like a fairytale "What degree are you going for"? He asked with genuine interest beaming out of him as he handed her journal back to her.

"Film production" She gave him half a smile, wondering if he remembered how passionate she was about filming when she was young. How'd they spend countless of afternoons filming stupid videos, that at the time, were a glimpse of hope for the young Manon. The same videos that eventually brought her to her career choice in life.

"So I guess we both followed our dreams, huh"? Timothée grinned at the girl.

Truthfully, Timothée wasn't sure if he'd be acting without Manon. She was always the one who encouraged him to do it, who supported his work. Without her, he knew he most likely would go for something else. He wondered if his presence in her life influenced her as much as her presence in his did.

"Yeah, that's something to be proud of. Imagine if we didn't follow our dreams, our paths would probably never cross" Manon explained as she looked away from Timothée and looked up at the blue sky above her, refusing to connect her eyes with his and show him just how much she was glad to have him again.

Timothée looked at down at the ground, smiling at himself. Manon was right, the two had returned to each other because of their career choices.

Silence flew through the air as the two enjoyed each other's company without saying a word, just as they did all those years ago. It was just two humans, sharing space and appreciating the miracles of life around them.

"Filming in five, come on everybody"! Luca's voice rang throughout the orchid as the two young adults perked their heads up.

"It's my cue. Are you coming"? Timothée questioned as he lifted himself up, rubbing the robe he was wearing in order to protect the outfit underneath.

"Yep, I'll come with" Manon smiled as she quickly collected her belongings. Timothée offered his hand out to her, which she gladly accepted. The warmth of his hand had brought a comforting feeling to her, for she felt safe in his hand, as if the world couldn't harm her, and she could do anything she put her mind to.

"Manon"? Timothée asked as the two made their way back to set. 

"Mhm"? Manon responded as she looked over at the boy walking beside her. 

"Tea at my place again tonight"? Timothée almost found himself stuttering but ended up composing himself enough to not make a fool out of himself "I mean, you don't have to. I just figured we need to catch up and-"

"Sure, Timmy. I could work with you as my tea slave" Manon punched his shoulder, beaming inside and knowing that she would rather be with him, than anywhere else. And that there were so many things she wanted to tell him, so many things still left unsaid.

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