Spencer's face fell a little. "I have to go... but don't worry. Tomorrow, we'll start planning our escape!"
Aurora nodded fiercely. "I'll pack snacks."
Spencer grinned and gave her one last squeeze on the hand before running back inside, glancing over his shoulder every few steps to make sure she was still there.
Aurora watched him go, standing proudly in the oversized jacket that dragged on the ground and cradling her Swiss chocolates like the most precious things in the world.
Back in the present—
The escalator dinged, snapping Spencer out of his memories.
He looked down at Aurora, his hand still gently holding hers.
Who would have thought that in the end, it was Aurora who would back out and not Spencer?
Aurora forgot those memories, but he...he survived on those memories.
Every time things became unbearable, he would remember the sweet red-haired girl who would wait outside his villa and make plans with him to run away.
