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I made this drawing later of read "Past Melodies" of RGCO413, I really enjoyed this fic, I felt so blessed with the cute idea of Oso playing piano, and also being a shy boy that doesn't know how to receive compliments.

Finally, after all this time, at that concert, she was right there in front of him, as if she had never left, as if time had never passed by.

“Guardienne?” He asked.

“I... My God, Lysander...”

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Finalmente, después de todo ese tiempo, en ese concierto, ella estaba justo frente a él, como si nunca se hubiera ido, como si el tiempo jamás hubiera pasado.

—¿Guardienne?  — preguntó.

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 As I skidd down the acrylic panels, I hold my breath in, tightening my core to focus on just the right moment …. There! The orange flings out like elastic from the tool in My hands and as it lands on the platform below it makes a sound I'm as used to as white noise. My momentum carries me down and as I'm mere moments from falling in I look to where I know I need the parallel blue to be to make this land far above me. Panic starts to creep up my neck, of being too early or too late aiming to high or too low, not having too much distance for the inertia. I counteract it as I silently exhale the whoosh of tension and pull the trigger before I loose my chance. By some fortune, the second portal makes it before I hit the orange portal with the carried motion from the skid.

Thud* I feel the jolt of the landing in my heels and shiver up to my knees- but the turret Laser dotting upon my orange and white uniform gives me no time to wince. So instead I summersault the remaining momentum from my portal jump to run as far and fast as I can down the white corridor

Before I can help myself, my mind has whisked me away to reminisce over a time I enjoyed running and found not just survival but also solace in it. When instead of panel after panel  of white I'd feel the rays of sunshine beating down on me making the sweat from the exercise glisten upon my shoulders.I'd feel the breeze as it rustles the leaves and grass around me. Back then running was a near daily activity for me. If it was a good day, I'd leap and soar like a gazelle. Daring the fastest of wildlife creatures to race me. And if it was a bad day, especially the ones so bad I felt a roar of anger trapped in my vocal chords like it locked them from making any sound. It was those days I was thankful I didn't need to speak when I ran. I just heaved and felt the blast of the song playing through my ears, urging me on to take one more step and to make it just a little faster this time. To embrace the pain of my lungs feeling like they're about to burst for the sake of the music's chorus. To get just a bit farther away from the place I'd been and a bit closer to the dreams and aspirations I had

Don't get me wrong, sprinting was still the most painful form of exercise I'd had before the apertures dangerous,,, accessories were added into the equation. It was like someone was trying to blaze every nerve in my body with the sensation of pain, and that at the end I'd bend over my hands on my knees gasping for breath as the greatest gift I could conceive in that moment. But, the more I ran that sensation once  so akin to an electric shock of pain was less noticable and in its place I had attention to the flush it brought to my face and the pulling of my cheeks into a wild grin and glint to my eyes. I was sure that at the end of those runs with strands of hair slipping from my ponytail completed my looks as akin to the tamless and large beasts of a children's tale. 

I chuckled to myself angrily as the greenery of my mind appeared before me , though instead in the form of moss creeping through the panels of the floor and vines hanging from the broken ceiling framework. Well, I was definitely a beast now, as I heard that cool calculating voice over the speakers applaud my futile efforts. One that was trapped and put on display like a circus tiger. Thinking that I'm theirs to control but I'm not. The nestolgia reinvigorated the adrenaline in my system and forged into a determination too strong for any of her tests to be able to tear down. It's time to let them go, as I push my heals against the floor in a boost of momentum through the doorway to the next challenge.