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It had been around 3/4 weeks since the night they had kissed, and it had been spent pretty much completing tasks, some repetitive and easy, some new and very tricky. Matt's memory had been coming back a little over the time, though he still had no iea how he ended up there- all he knew was he didnt live in Italy, he lived in the states. That was it. He had lingering bad feeligs about an accident caused by him, and sometimes he had to stop and think to try and remember what happened- but he couldnt. Matt leant against an object behind him, staring above Trixie's head intensely. The next task had been loading for a hell of a long time and it was beginning to worry the both of them. What if it was huge? Impossible nearly What if everything was a trick? They were at the house of the woman and boy, who seemed to have moved into the town, gently resting in the attic after a long day of, well..doing nothing. "You okay?" He asked Trixie out of the silence, cocking his head.

Trixie hadn't remembered much about her past life except that she was a model- and lived in the U.S. it wasn't a lot, but she was pleased with it. She figured she would let the rest come to her on it's own, rather than push too hard for something she couldn't help. She simply sat at Matt's feet, leaning back against his legs with her head tilted back. She was just quietly mulling over what she knew about herself for the tenth time that day, rather than worry about the task again. "Yeah, I'm alright. Are you?" She asked gently, reaching back and running her hand gently up and down the back of his calf as she looked up at him.

"I'm alright. I'm slightly bored, but i'm fine" He smiled, looking down at Trixie. They hadnt said 'i love you' since the first time it came out from both of them, mainly because they had been way too pre occupied. With the tasks, they hadnt been able to sit around and do nothing..until now. Even though he didnt want to, he re-brought up their past life, hoping that woud help either of them remember. "Do you reckon it'll ever come back to us about how we died?" he asked, with a sigh. "I dunno I get a strange feeling about an accident I caused or something, but its hard to tell whether its just me being anxious or not. I can only hope its not actually the case."

Trixie tilted her head up at him as he started talking about their past lives, watching him quietly. "I mean, maybe. I personally hope it doesn't, but if we're around long enough, I'm sure it will." She shrugged, looking up at him intently. She frowned at him and stood, turning so she could stand face to face with him and grab his hand. "You're definitely being anxious. But I don't care if you caused the accident that killed me. I wouldn't care if you killed me yourself. That doesn't matter anymore and you can't change anything about it- I'd still love you either way." She said quietly, pressing a light kiss to his forehead.

The words comin from Trixies mouth strangely calmed him down a lot, a lot more than he would have thought it would. He smiled weakly, clutching her hands gently. "I love you" he said, more like whispered, after a couple seconds of silence. Of course, the moment had to be ruined by the task finally loading, and Matt pretty much took a step back at the writing above her head. "Its loaded" he said, swallowing hard. "Its.. have the woman AND child hit by a moving vehicle, no restrictions. No restrcitions as in anything thats moving?" he said, blinking a couple of times. "We cant touch them, how is that meant to be possible" he mumbled.

Trixie gave his hands a gentle squeeze, offering him a soft smile. "I love you too." She said quietly, tucking her head into his neck. She blinked when he stepped back, giving him a confused look that transitioned to one of horror as he spoke. "But- but it doesn't say explicitly they have to get hurt. That's good." She muttered, sighing. "We can't touch them, but we can touch objects. Steering wheels, handle bars." She muttered, rubbing at her eyes anxiously.

"Yes but thats probab;y because they guessed you'd think being hit by a moving vehicle would cause at least some pain right?" Matt asked, his tone blunt. He nodded at her suggestions, running through the task in his mind. They had hardly any time left, the deadline would be met in a couple of days, and it was beginning to make him feel sick. "We should get to it. Im pretty sure theyre out now. Find them grab a steering wheel and look away. But then we'd be causing a car accident, and.." Matt's voice trailed off, the memories of a certain accident flashing in his head. "A car accident" he repeated, biting his lip. "I think thats it." he finished, gritting his teeth so hard if he was alive he would have been in a lot of pain.

"Yes, but not death. Just a tap, right? Catch them on a crosswalk and then it'll be fine." Trixie muttered, fiddling with her fingers. "Exactly, it'll be fine. Then we can leave, and we'll be fine." She said quietly, tilting her head at him for the sudden change. "A- a what? A car accident is what?" She asked, firmly freaked out at that point. She just wanted to get her job over with. It wasn't fun any more- and hadn't been in too long.

Matt stood back and looked up at Trixie, a clearly pained look on his face. "I think thats how we both died. A car accident. I think.." It was tricky for Matt to finish his sentence. He didnt want to spread false information, but also didnt want to not say what he was now over 50 percent sure was true. "I'm pretty sure it was my fault. I was angry, about something I dont remember what" he started, letting the memories finally flood back. The more he spoke about it, the easier it seemed to be getting. "You were pleading with me to slow down, I didnt listen, and in the end the car ended up crushed under a lorry. Thats it, I think." he finsihed, biting his lip. The guilt by that point was unbearable.