Well, we kinda fudged those instructions so technically, it's still yours since we actually haven't gotten around to doing anything yet.

[Or more like she hasn't felt like doing anything until recently. Packing up his belongings, touching any of this designs always felt too soon, too disrespectful. If he looks closely at the desk, he will notice that everything is still as he had it, the only exceptions being an empty coffee cup and her sketch pad.

With his back turned to her, Angela loses herself for a moment and rushes toward Cinna, wrapping her arms around his waist, just to feel him against her one last time. If he pushes her away, she'll respect that. Different times, different worlds. Whatever they had is probably over now and there's just no need to hold on to what's not there anymore.]