“And then I told her she could date Jonathan and you should have seen her face, I mean -”

Harmony’s high voice died away and she turned to see Cordelia behind her, a small, tight smile fixed to her lips.

“Harmony! Love the top.”

Harmony preened, as easily diverted as ever, eyes alight, toothy smile wide. “Really? Isn’t it just -”

“The exact same one Willow Rosenberg was wearing -”

The eyes went blank.

“- last semester.”

The smile faded.

“It’s perfect on you.”

Cordelia turned away after the tears began.

Still got it? No.

Never lost it? Oh, yes.


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