They meet again on a parisian street, five years away from the night they both ran away from the gang.
Amanda is happier now, no longer weighed down by the memories of her past and her failed relationships and her failed attempts at starting over. She’s in a relationship, she says, with a female chef.
Anshee is taller and maybe she’s happier and maybe she isn’t, that isn’t important. Her life isn’t different to before she joined the gang. She still has her ghosts and she still loves blackberries. She’s just older.
They chat and then part ways.
Amanda will go back to her apartment, with her dog and her girlfriend. Maybe she’ll mention Anshee and maybe she wont.
Anshee doesn’t know where she’ll go. Maybe in the morning, she’ll be in another part of France, maybe she’ll be in Germany.
Who knows?
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