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She scanned the Starveil posts, her mood darkening. Spartan had been a part of her life since elementary school. Losing him felt like having a piece of herself torn away. No amount of fix-it fics or alternate universes could change the fact her one true character had died.

Breathtaking.That was the word, Liv decided, which had convinced her to wear the ludicrous outfit, because no one - not the one, solitary boyfriend she'd had during high school, or the leering frat boys she avoided at college parties - had ever spoken to her with such reverence. And with Xander beaming down at her, she did feel beautiful.

This advice from a college freshman carrying a cane?""It's a walking stick, I'll have you know.""Same difference.""Hardly. It's fashion.

Hormones, it seemed, we're making a much-delayed appearance in her life.Liv was horrified.

You can do it now. You can't say you've never dated, because you have. A lot of people, actually._ Xander's gave her a mischievous grin. __ou've leveled up, dearest. You're an expert on dating compared to Liv of six months ago.

Dating' stressful. I'd have to dress up.

I fall hard and I fall fast, and I wouldn't change it for anything.