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“What the hell are you doing?” She took off her boots, and tried to follow his voice. “I thought you liked chasing me.” His voice carried softly in the wind and changed directions just the same. Her breath circled her, and the cold mist in the air clung against her as she looked around; her throat stung from breathing fast, her cheeks flushed, and hair damp. “Maybe. But now I just want to be with you.” “Over here.” Ava turned to see him standing next to her, perfectly, holding a hand on a ladder that was attached to the building. He nodded towards it, reaching out for her hand. “What?” “Let’s go.” He guided her onto the ladder. “Where are we going?” she asked as she started climbing in front of him. “You’ll see.” They climbed up the ladder past one roof that wasn’t connected to it. She looked up to see how much higher they still had to go. “Layton...” Ava said a bit nervous, the wind becoming more erratic, and she pushed back flashes of her nightmare. It was as though she could feel his heart beating inside of her and the adrenaline from letting him holding hers. She was continuing on that. “You’re okay. Just keep going.” He pushed gently on her leg. She kept going until the ladder ended, coming to a tower similar to the bell tower but with a small building in the middle and a slim walkway around it. She climbed over the ledge, taking a deep breath, looking around, and then at him as he came over the ledge. “What are we doing up here?” “Don’t you like heights?” A gentle

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