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"What if she kills me"? Manon waved her hands around desperately as she attempted to retrieve her rationality, but to no avail, felt the frets within her transpire from the depths of her past. She sat on the lavish train as it traveled across the preoccupied districts of Paris, each one significant with its own mesmerizing tale.  

"She won't do that" Timothée let out a soft chuckle that eased the red headed's thoughts for a single moment of importance "I knew you I shouldn't have told you, I had a feeling you'd react like that" He shook his head, the apprehension radiating from the girl warming his heart, but also making him feel guilty for ever making her feel that way in the first place.

"Yeah, but I doubt the anger will go away overnight. I can't believe you didn't tell her when we first met" Manon sighed of dismay. She knew she was more than likely exaggerating when it came to her reaction, but couldn't help but still feel flustered at the thought of it. Why couldn't the brunet tell his family about her return when they first reunited? Why did he have to tell them right when she was about to arrive at their doorstep? It made her overthink it all, ponder if perhaps Timothée didn't tell his family because he anticipated a certain response from them, one Manon feared greatly of facing. 

Timothée pondered his peculiar decision himself. Why didn't he break the news to his family? Why didn't he tell them she returned to him? Whatever it was, he knew there was no point reflecting on it, for all was said and done already, there was nothing to contemplate anymore. Still, he deemed it must have been because he didn't communicate with his family as much as he should have when he was in Italy. Not only because he was preoccupied with work, but also because he felt as though they were universes apart, as though he was in a dream, and contacting his family would mean he was never quite dreaming in the first place.

"She's my sister, Manon, not a stranger. Besides, after I told her, she relaxed" Timothée murmured as he pulled the girl to his side soothingly "She was only ever angry at you because she thought you left on purpose without looking back. She was angry because of me, really, but we all know she has a soft spot for you" The boy gifted her a further explanation, reminiscing on the days the trio were unified. There weren't as many as days he hoped there would be, but there still were, and perhaps, that's all that mattered.

"I sure hope so" Manon remarked as she shared a hopeful gaze with the ambitious actor. She shoved her hands in her pockets anxiously as she exited the disreputable train alongside Timothée, her heartbeat gradually increasing as the distance decreased between the notorious three. 

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As the door opened ajar, the rebel's heart froze ostensibly. A shadowy brunette with lengthy, aligned hair emerged beyond it, a large grin spreading across her face as she pulled her little brother in for a hug.

"Oh my god, Manon"! Pauline screeched as she drew the red-headed in for an affectionate embrace. The girl's conversation with Timothée had alleviated the pressure off her, but only by a little. The hug was the moment she truly understood there was nothing to fear. She reciprocated the excitement the brunette emitted and rubbed her hands across Pauline's back, pulling her closer. She could feel the tears form a ripple in the midst of her eyelids, unable to truly grasp the notion of seeing a childhood friend again. 

"Pauline, it's so good to see you"! Manon declared as she dispensed an emotional beam across her features, before shaking her head "I'm so sorry for everything" Despite the constant efforts of Timothée, the ones that attempted to convince her everything was alright between them, Manon still felt the need to apologize for her absence, so she did just that.