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because she’s surprised that oona would even question such a thing—but the expression on the taller girl’s face shifts, catching her by surprise. the question lingers. ramona manages to hold oona’s gaze while she fails to produce an answer besides a small ‘um’ sound. “you are.”

curls from her nostrils as she fumbles with the edge of her long-sleeved shirt, catching oona’s gaze. “it might take her a while to understand—everything you’re doing and why,” she says softly, “but she will, eventually.”

here—when you tell her, i mean,” she offers instead, “you don’t have to do this alone.”

between them—hoping it might somehow mend things, hoping they aren’t too shattered to be glued back together. but she can’t find the courage to take the blind step forward this time, feet planted firmly in the blanket of snow, terrified that it might just already be too late.