The refuge. (Crush) had been in the refuge for two whole weeks. You where on the rooftops, looking out at the streets, your eyes starting to water. You then heard yells and cries, and people calling your name. "(Name)!! There's something you need to see!" One of the newsies yelled out from the crowd. You quickly sped down to the street, kinda worried on what happened. Then, you see them. (Crush). They looked the same, well, yeah, they had a few bruises, and their body was kinda messed up. But you didn't care. It was them. (Crush) turned to look at you, and grinned widely, holding out their arms happily.

You?