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[foreshadower]

THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES

Three years from now, whatever all the imPorts were called in for has been solved. The porter, in either a cruel motion or out of kindness, gives the imports a 72 hours before sending them back. It's not much time, or maybe too much, depending on the character. How are you going to spend the last time you have in the City? Maybe say goodbye to all of your friends, or finally get what you want out of it all? Will you conclude your relationship, or will things be left unsaid before you're ported out?

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Comments

[doubleoohbaby]

This wasn't all nothing, Zee. It's hardly fair of you to start suggesting that. We've enjoyed our time and we can enjoy the next few days, that's what matters.

[And, if it's anything like normal, they'll forget all the woes of being apart when they go home anyway. Which is... sort of not great but whatever at least it's less woe for James to deal with.] We might be back here before we know it.

[hexappeal]

No, it isn't fair, James.

[She doesn't say anything else. As much as she'd like to just pretend that everything is okay or that she can enjoy herself, she can't. It used to be so easy to walk away from people. It still is, sometimes. But not him.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[He sighs, because he doesn't know what else to do. Nothing he says or does is going to make this any better or stop the inevitable, and it might just be one of the first times he's ever had that. He hates it, but there's not a damn thing he can do to change it.]

Don't you want to go do something?

[hexappeal]

I'm afraid I'd be a buzzkill.

[Which isn't suggesting that she doesn't want to be with him, but that sometimes she just isn't as good an actress as she ought to be. She shuffles to her feet, throwing an arm over her chest since nothing else seemed to make her feel comfortable. She felt too visible, naked.] I was starting to think I'd always be with you. [Her tone is a forced joke, meant to hide just how hurt she is about all of this.]