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Juliet counts on her uncle
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Hers. The day passes into night and eventually her mind starts to clear.

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Night turns to day.

No one bothers the newest alpha in Beacon Hills.

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So she stays where she is and sleeps.

When she wakes her thoughts begin to race and she paces.

She'd lost control. At school. In front of Erica. She doesn't know what to do. What can she do? Go home?

No. She can't deal with whatever judgement and concern her dad would bring. Doesn't want to go back in her cell.

She needs to think of something to tell Erica... but lying. Not something she ever wanted.

And Matt. Lying to Matt is what got her into this. She wants to tell him everything. Why? She's only known him a week.

She needs to see him.

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Matt's house awaits.

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She transforms back into her human form and goes hunting for her clothes. It doesn't take long.

And then she starts walking. To Matt.

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Matt's house looks the same as it always does.

There's a tree within reach of his window, for werewolf definitions of 'within reach'.

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She listens first. Where is everyone in the house?

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There are two people in the same room, sleeping.

There's another in Matt's room, clearly awake.

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So she climbs up to his window. And knocks softly.

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He answers, opening it.  She can hear the sound of piano music playing, along with something else.

It's discordant, but not loud. That, or this room is soundproofed.

"What are you doing here," he hisses quietly.

 

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"I needed to see you," she whispers.

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He steps aside, leaving the window open.

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She climbs through the window, into his room and stands before him. Silent.

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"What happened?"

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"I-" her voice breaks, "I want to tell you. I'm scared."

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"Whatever it is, it can't be worse than my secrets."

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He hugs her, murmuring, "Juliet" into her hair.

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She clings to him and continues to cry.

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She's welcome to cry along.

The music eventually stops, but Matt doesn't let go.

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The tears don't stop but she looks up at him and whispers, "I don't know what to do."

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"Whatever's going on, you can tell me. You're the Hamlet to my Ophelia, right? The Cathy to my Heathcliff. Two hearts, one soul."

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She kisses him.

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He kisses her back.

Any music that accompanies this is merely imaginary, but he's definitely imagining it.

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She stops crying. For the first time in two days, she feels... calm. Everything about her relaxes and all her thoughts are of him.

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