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Artemisia Unfortunately, even with his brother gone, Matthew doesn’t regain his old bubbly self. Something must be bothering him as we finish our ice cream in silence before he accompanies me to my room. My heart breaks as he doesn’t even look at me properly when saying goodbye, and I can’t possibly have him leave like that. “Do you mind helping me unpack a bit?” I ask, getting him to look at me properly for the first time since he was angry about me asking about Fynn. “It is a bit overwhelming still.” I giggle, and he nods shyly. I don’t really need his help with unpacking or putting my stuff away, but I feel like it was the only chance to get him into my room, and especially, the bedroom. As the gentleman he is, he would have never set foot into my room without being invited.

