One fall morning, while on a hunt for a special music album, you stumble across a young woman in an alleyway, crying and covered in filth. You recognize her as Trixie Lulamoon, a girl who saw fit to make your life hell during high school. Rather than stick to old traditions, though, she apologizes for the way she treated you.

So, you invite her to spend the night at your apartment.

A very late Valentine's Day fic, inspired by a dream I had some time ago, as well as the song "Second Chances" by Aviators. Please forgive me if the ending seems rushed; I couldn't think of a way to finish this up that completely satisfied me, but I decided it was finally time to publish it regardless of how nicely I wrapped it up.