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That voice didn't belong to a nurse and Dina knew exactly who it belonged to. The one person in all of Verona she was dreading to see. Her parents had mentioned something about a boy begging them to let him see her. Shouts were heard throughout the hallways of the same boy threatening the doctors and nurses for just minutes of her time. When in the end, it had been her own doing to not let anyone but her parents in the room. This wasn't how she wanted to be seen. To be remembered. As someone fragile who bruised so easily. She knew how Patrick would look at her differently - like she needed to be protected at all times.

Keeping her gaze turned towards the garden, she refused herself the pleasure of even looking at him. "Please go," she mumbled under her breath, "Please."

Dina wasn't sure how she'd be able to handle him or any questions he might ask her. About how he'd do anything in his power to take down the boy who had hit her. How could she look him in the eye and say that she didn't blame Hamlet. That it was partially her fault for not following the rule of looking both ways when crossing a road - even a road as small as the one she had been walking. That she was more invested in a single text message than to notice the bright lights heading in her direction.

With tears in her eyes, she looked over at him, "Please," she begged of him. "Go.."

It had taken hours, so many hours, of everything from begging to pleading to shouting to even more begging to finally get answer as to whether or not he could see Dina. And that answer? No. Patrick had experienced many things over the past few hours; he’d bullied numerous doctors and nurses, all without much avail (he did make two weep, but he didn’t consider that something to be proud of) and had managed to make a fool of himself in front of Dina’s parents, who had walked into the hospital to find him on his knees without an ounce of sleep in his system, trying to bargain for one minute with her. They’d given him a sympathetic if slightly creeped out look, and had walked away. Time and time again, the answer had been a ‘no.’ She didn’t want any visitors, apparently, and that had been the most heartwrenching thing to hear. 

After everything, she didn’t want him.

Patrick knew he should’ve given up and went home, but he refused to. He needed to see her, just once, to make sure she was okay. He needed to see that she was still looking at him in that odd little way she did, that she still spoke her mind without thinking about how embarassing it could be, that she still managed to make his heart thud with one stare. If he could see her, and she still wanted him gone, Patrick knew he would obey. It would kill him, but he’d do anything she’d ask of him. 

He’d devised a plan meticulously in the hours he spent waiting, but in the end, it hadn’t been necessary. He’d simply watched the nurse guarding the door finally stop her pacing and walk away, muttering about a cigarette break, and the part of him that cursed her unprofessionalism in regards to Dina was overpowered by his triumph. Patrick had quietly walked to the door, opening and closing it without making a sound, apart from his feet on the squeaky clean floor. He had turned to see her, and felt his breath stop in his throat at her broken body, her blonde hair fanned out around her like a halo. His angel.

Without even thinking, he reached out for the glass of water that had been set on her nightstand, taking a step closer to the bed as he reached out, hoping to feel her fingers brush his again. Before he could stop himself, Patrick murmured, “As you wish.”

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Despite the many visitors - Dina wanted nothing to do with them. She wanted to curl up in a ball and hide away from the world until her wounds were healed and the bruises were no longer taking up half of her body. With every move shade, she was reminded of the accident. Of being rushed to the hospital and being in and out on consciousness. Doctors and nurses were in her room at all hours. Her parents were the only ones allowed to visit until she begged them to go home, to get some rest in an actual bed. As she left the television on for background noise, the blonde spent a majority of her time looking out her window at the garden the hospital had. Hearing footsteps, she assumed a nurse was coming in to check on her, "Can you pass me my water, please," she asked, quietly.

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text never sent || patrick

Dina: I miss yo

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patrick & dina ( @fuckgirldina )

I wanna kiss you, make you feel alright / I’m just so tired to share my nights

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patrick c. & dina o.

Why can't you want me like the other boys do?                 They stare at me while I stare at you,                                Why can't I keep you safe as my own? One moment I have you the next you are gone..

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"There's probably a few things you can cross off your list of things that will and won't happen in this city. Like car accidents. You don't see many of those happening - since it's more vespas and motorcycles. Yes, yes, yes. The rivalry. All anyone wants to talk about these days."

“I very much hope so, although I’m glad to take over any cases that need investigating here. It seems Verona has been left to descend into chaos, with this rivalry dominating.”

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"Depending on how you look at it - Verona is boring compared to Venice. There isn't a shooting or kidnapping going on in the same week.. Though to be fair, I don't recall the last time a shooting or a kidnapping happened here."

“Merda—— so this is Verona, yes? Not quite what I expected.”

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I like nice people that do illegal things.

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His laugh caused her to smile - much more than she already had been. Her jaw ached from the amount of smiling she had been doing since stepping inside of the club and their conversation had turned a bit lighter. Dina almost forgot why she had even come here in the first place. Granted, her worries were more of an excuse to come and see him. Just to see him after all of this time. After avoiding him and her own feelings. "I will burn water just so you can laugh at me some more. Prove that I am the worst cook in the entire world and then thank God I was born into a wealthy family so that I can just pay someone to cook for me or eat out and become fat." In just two weeks, Patrick had somehow gotten under her skin and made his way into her life without even trying. While she did tend to care for anyone who she might only have one conversation with her - well, maybe she did love him. Falling in love would only be the next logical step.. One day, perhaps.

As he approached her, all of those scenes from movies where the girl ran and the boy chased after her came to mind. That if she ran and he ran after her - there could be something there. But did she want to be that that dramatic. "I... I never wanted to be the kind of girl who read into the smallest of gestures or just because a guy happened to be nice to her. Not that there's anything wrong with girls who do that but I thought I could do better than that and tell when a guy might honestly like me. But you just want to be friends, so I get it. I'll respect that. I can be friends with you - I mean, I'd rather have you in my life as a friend than nothing at all, you know?" Dina couldn't care less if she made a fool of herself with her little speech - rather than force herself on him and her own feelings, she'd just respect his wishes. Even if that meant friendship over a could've been relationship if they were to ever explore that.

"I'll be a big girl and suck it up. Try not to cry over the fact that a guy didn't like me back. Save my 'I'm just a girl standing in front of a boy' quote for another. It's fine and I should probably go so I stop making myself look like an idiot.."

Despite the tense atmosphere between them moments before, the mention of her failure at cooking led Patrick to burst into laughter, throwing his head back as he stared at her in wonder. He had never met someone so prone to ridiculous situations like this, not to mention her tendency to say whatever was on her mind at any given moment without thinking about the consequences. It was just another thing he realised that he loved about her, and the word didn’t scare him as much as he thought it would. Not that he was in love with her; he didn’t believe in falling in love in two weeks, especially not with someone who clearly couldn’t love him back in the way he loved her. Instead gently squeezing her shoulders, he smiled as he replied, “At least you’re prepared, then. Although I’d personally love to see how you managed to burn water, of all things.”

The moment she mentioned ‘getting involved’, he held his breath. They had been dancing around this subject from the beginning, neither actually telling the other what they wanted. From Patrick’s point of view, he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted; he wanted her to be happy, he wanted to be the one to make her happy, in whatever way Dina wanted him to. But she had clearly been damaged in some way, and he didn’t want to push. She didn’t need someone trying to take a piece of her when she didn’t even know herself at this moment. “I…I don’t have a side, here. I don’t want you to get involved with the Montagues or the Capulets, in fact. Because both of them are bad news, and at the end of the day, they won’t protect you.” I’ll protect you, he stopped himself from adding on, but instead of actually speaking the words, he simply pressed his lips together as if it would quell the thoughts whirling in his head.

When Dina stood up, so did Patrick, afraid that she would turn and walk out of his life altogether. He took a step closer to her, approaching her as if she were a wounded animal. Perhaps she was. “You…what did you think?” He asked, his words coming out slow and strained. “Please, Dina, tell me what you thought.”

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Gabriella Wilde as Jade Butterfield in Endless Love (2014).

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"Now I'm almost thinking it should just be a feast of all the best junk food.. There can definitely be ice cream."

“I would love to.  Will there be ice cream involved too?”

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"There's two ways we could go at it - which is start from the oldest and go to the most recent or start with the most popular. You know, 'If you're a bird, I'm a bird'. I never understood all the hype over The Notebook.. Even if it is sweet." Her eyebrow cocked as she listened to the girl. Strings were pulled. Dina had thought the girl had been taken from an amateur but now things just sounded suspicious. "Right. Totally makes sense. I imagine any parents would do what they could to get their child back home. I know I definitely would." Her smile turned soft, "Well I'm glad. We should've hung out a lot sooner."

“Yeah, of course. I think I’ll collapse if I don’t have pizza in the next twenty-four hours, honestly. Which film do you want to start with?” She shrugged, a little embarassed to admit that her father had paid and bullied for Juliet to be released early. “Erm, well, my parents…they really wanted me home, so they pulled a few strings.” At Dina’s last words, the girl couldn’t but blush. “No, really, it’s my pleasure. We should’ve hung out sooner, I’ve always wanted to.”

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"I didn't...necessarily say that? You watch everyone walk around with someone they love and it can tend to get to a person, but that's just one day of feeling sorry for myself. It's not like I was talking for all the singles out there. Plus, I love binge watching all by myself but it can tend to get lonely. There is a big difference between loneliness and being alone. I have no problems with being alone."

“So being dateless on Valentine’s Day is pitiful, and watching romantic comedies by yourself is boring? What is everyone’s problem with being alone?”

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"Honestly, I don't understand how people don't like pineapple on their pizza. All because it's a sweet topping. It's just a really good contrast to how salty pizza can be sometimes!"

“The more pizza the better. Is it weird that I actually kind of love Pineapple on mine? I know it’s a major American thing, but it’s always been my favorite topping.”

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"Oh, I'm sure you know how it is. The two of you try to remain friends and sometimes you do - sometimes it's a little awkward."

    “You still have your exes’ numbers?”

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"Oh my gosh, yes! I cried like a baby at the end of it all. So iconic when she tells him not to fall in love with her and well, of course he does because who wouldn't, right?"

“Ooh, do you have A Walk to Remember? That one’s my favorite!”

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In this city, when it came to rumors or just anywhere in general, there was a better chance of some truth being behind it all. Which only caused the blonde to be conflicted of how she felt towards the woman. If the rumors that swirled around of her selling drugs were honest but in the end, Cleo seemed be the kind of woman who oozed empowerment out of her pores.

"Oh wow, you know who I am." Dina could've sworn the smile on her face had grown - her cheeks were almost in pain daily from how much she smiled. There had been this stigma with the world that if you were rich, you were popular and well known. Not in Dina's case. Not in a new city. "Mostly rumors and I don't believe rumors until they're proven true. So I only listen to the good."

It was no shock that Cleo had to civilly interact with Verona’s other residents. After all this was a somewhat social event that everyone enjoyed. She recognized most people in Verona but haven’t actually spoken to them. From the corner she stood, she could see almost everyone. The brunette took a few sips of her drink, smiling occasionally to people who looked her way. 

She felt a slight tap on her shoulder, turning around to see who it was. Cleo tilted her head, amused at the girl. “Well I’m glad their mostly good things but Yes, I am Cleo. Cleo Philippe.” She offered her hand. “And you’re Orsino, Dina Orsino am I correct?”