#c!nyx

Mica stepped into the open. The sky was blue, the grass was green, and war was over. Both his, and the real one itself. Children were smiling in playgrounds. It had been years since he was outside. The first thing he did, the thing he promised himself to do, was go to Nyx's. He made his way down the familiar streets, breathing the fresh air. Once he found the right house (triple checked), he knocked. A moment, and there she was; eye circles gone and in her simple classic's major attire. The familiar voice almost lulled him to sleep. "Um . . . can I help you?" He froze. " . . . What?" "I don't really know you. Have we met somewhere?" Mica felt his heart shatter. He always knew that there was a small chance. A small chance that had turned into reality. He looked down, tears beginning to form, and stepped away, his back to Nyx's house. "No, I think this is the wrong house. Sorry."