So she met him at 11 that night.

He approached her and took her hand, leading her behind the house, where more trees were hidden.

He stopped and gazed at her, his pupils dense and uncertain. "Do you trust me?" He asked again.

"Just tell me. What is it?" She rushed.

"What I'm going to show you may make you run away and never come back to me again."

"I won't run away."

"Remember that it's me, and I'll always be me." He squeezed her hand. "Please don't leave when you see it."

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