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YAY Zan's here!
I take out a sleeping bag I had in my backpack, lay it down, and get in. I wink to Deomi, and beckon her to get in. She does, and we embrace.
"We can't get any closer than this," she whispers.
"I know what you mean, but... Why?" I reply.
"Uh... I don't really... I mean, I can't..." She sighs. "I'm seventeen now, and, um, some... Relative of mine, who has, let's say, abnormal power, has such abnormal power over me. And I'll... Oh, Felix, if we have sex again, I'm gonna get pregnant. I just hope you understand that."
I stay silent for a minute. She's so worried. I know she's waiting for my reaction. I'm waiting for it myself. I don't know what to think. My mind is blank. Eventually, I say something.
"Deomi, what do you think I'm going to say? Do you think I'm going to get out of this bed, and walk away? Just... Throw it all away, because we can't have sex? It wasn't really legal to begin with. But that's not going to be. I'm not going to walk away. Because being with you gave me a buzz that no shots or nightclub druggies could give me. I know it sounds clichéd, and I'm sorry about that, but I found my life, my calling, in the Institution. Because I found you, Deomi."
She smiles, kisses me, and squeezes me a bit too tight for a guy who's still in a bit of pain from almost having his side chomped out. I gasp in pain. She loosens a little bit. I hug her back, and we fall asleep in the sleeping bag. We wake up to see the shattered remains of the crystal ball. I smell milk, mixed with metal. I'm covered in red liquid, and everyone's on the floor.