Again, Rosalie nodded. She could still remember the important pages in her stacks of books to reference again easily enough. The more obscure ones would take her time to hunt down again, but if Ezra was unwilling to work with her than what choice did she have? She was too new to this reality to merely abandon it, regardless of whatever his personal feelings about it were.

She floated the book back to him, too uncertain of herself to consider approaching even now. There was so much she wanted to say to him, endless apologies and heartbroken asks, that the air between them now felt as tense as it had that first Valentine's Day. Rosalie's nails dug into her palms again, this time slicing through the usually thick skin there with ease. She barely flinched at the sudden pain, the only indication of it being the way her brows furrowed for a split second.

"I'll be going then." Rosalie said before turning to move towards the door.

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