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    December glanced up at him for less than two seconds before glancing down at her journal. "Nothing..." She replied, her hand speeding across the paper. "Just an entry."

    "About what? You can tell me, December," Asher replied immediately, wondering if she didn't trust him enough.

    December sighed, showing him the entry. "It's just about how we;'re almost there and then I might not see you again and then I can't see my friends for a month..." She sighed, biting her bottom lip. "Honestly, I didn't want to come here, but my Dad made me."

    "My uncle invited me, and — as you know — I obviously accepted the invitation," Asher explained, wondering why she was worrying so much about her 'beloved' friends.

    The young girl sighed, seeing he didn't understand. "Look, Asher...You don't get it. Those three people are pretty much my siblings. I had no siblings of my own, and spent my entire life with them. When one of us gets separated from the group, f makes it feel like one of the siblings is...gone. Or in the person who left's case..." December simply trailed off, looking down at the journal again and taking a long breath. "It's compliacted."

    "I never said anything about your friends, December," Asher replied, obviously defending himself best he could. A slight glare passed onto his face, but he quickly turned away before losing his temper so quickly. Shaking his hand, he finished,"You don't understand what it's like living in a completely unknown town. Where there is no one new. Where we get no education, or any chances to do anything besides farm. Unless, of course, you can afford it. Ember lives outside this century, in the past. And, I can't stand it anymore, because no one respects me, or hasn't been ever since I recieved this camera. They've seen my photography skills, and think that they're absolutely wonderful, but they dislike where I'm going in my life. But, I don't. I need to live my life, for once."

    December listened, now feeling awful. "I'm sorry..." She whispered, her voice cracking. Dee turned over and hugged him, placing her head on his shoulder.

    Asher never spoke a single work, only embraced December for several minutes until the annoucement sounded above,"Attention; ten more minutes before landing in Chicago. Thank you."

    "Wait!" December snigffled, wiping away her tears before breaking away the hug. She pulled out her journal, and wrote her number in the back of the book. "I want you to have this.; You can remember every little thing about me, and put your own pictures and entries." dee broke into a small smile. "That way, we'll know each other forever, and if we see each other again, you can show it to me. " December smiled again, spreading out her arms for him to take the journal.

    "Thanks," Asher murmured regretfully. Leaning in, he kissed her on the lips for a minute, or two before the final announcement came on, echoing in his ears,"We are now landing in Chicago. Please prepare to leave as flight attendants will see to you. Thank you, and have a wonderful trip."