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So she left. I wanted to tell her to stay, to insist that she spend the evening at my house, meet my dad, eat a meal away from judgment, but she'd been clear that she wanted some space. I knew that look I could sense underneath her mask; she was alone. Perhaps I was too.
I'd only just met her, but she felt like a kindred spirit, a fellow creative on the cusp of adulthood. Watching her walk away felt like I was watching a sadder version of myself.
I resolved to have a front row seat at her performance in the capitol.
"See you soon, Lilian Frost."