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                         {|♚|} Alexander was seated on his designated seat next to the hospital bed. Albeit the fact that it was long pass visiting hours, the hospital had been kind and allowed him to stay. His sister's condition growing worse with each passing day, made the raven unable to stay at home in peace.  His hand played with blond locks, gently not wanting to disturb her peaceful slumber. Occasionally his fingertips wandered over her cheekbones, only to confirm that she was still warm and living.

                                  Darkness was lacing his thoughts, the helplessness he felt leaving a bitter aftertaste in his mouth. One which he simply couldn't get rid off, not even with the sweetest of cake. Using his other arm as a pillow, he rested his head on the bed. She resembled an angel, like this all clad in white.

                                                   He was simply going to watch her go.

                                                                                                               Wasn't he?

                                   Trembling he withdrew his hand, cerulean optics closing. Watching her die slowly was painful enough. The thoughts about his loneliness once she was gone even more. His musings were disturbed by the sudden feel of a breeze. His head snapped up, not remembering ever opening that window, which was in fact now opened wide, revealing another man's form. Bewildered, Alexander stood up, sapphire optics glaring at the stranger, as he automatically moved to stand in between the man and the sleeping girl.

⊰†⊱ —— :          The night welcomed the young woman who was walking on gravel, the Diamond of Heavens dedicating her its blue glow. Artificial rockets illuminated the dark sea that was above her, being confused with the stars of the firmament. Several fireflies followed the young woman during her walk on the main street. Her feet gave firm steps while the sound against the paviment was the only noise by the moment. Soon later, emerald eyes fixed the sight to the origin of the happy screams and the music that came from a hill not far from her.

          "What's happening there?" Soft vocals pronounced in a whisper. The crimson-haired belle approached and began to climb the stone stairs that were below her, the soft noise resounding inside the shells of her ears. When the Angel finished, she noticed the great stalls of food and entertainment that were before her, calling the attention of the habitants that, with curiousity, came closer to see what was resting on the wooden table. The Japanese stalls were welcoming their guests with warm lights and attractive decorations, not leaving a stand alone in the darkness.

          To Valagua, it was a rare sight. It wasn’t normal for her to see families reunited with friends or even strangers. Apparently, they were celebrating something imporant. But she didn’t belong here. Not here not nowhere... Something in the place caught her attention and caused the black boots to give short and firm steps towards what she had found. A small black dragon was on a bamboo table, showing its fury and power. "Do they believe in these creatures?" Valagua commented, talking with herself. "Human beings are rare in some point..." What was she saying? She also was human… Except for two weights inside her mind and thoughts. Two annoyances that always bothered her and never leave her alone. Moving away from the little dragon, this ex-soldier decided to investigate the rest of the temple. She could see the llamative food they served there, the wooden toys they offered, and once in a while, two gems lifted to look up just to meet the paper ornaments.

          “ωαs үσυя cαя∂… тнε αcε σғ sρα∂εs?”

Super high school level despair. Just what kind of made-up disease was this? Hero and a couple other students had sat down in their seminar, listening to the professor as he spoke. They had come across an organization that relied on high school students, spreading disasters across the world. Once an internet joke. Now a threat. All they had learned was to be careful: people who went in rarely came back out. With final grades coming around, they knew that missions were going to become more serious.

Night was beginning to fall, and the city still buzzed with activity. Hidden in the shadows at the very edge of the forest, Jasper sat on a bench. The collar of his prized leather jacket, scuffed and worn as it was, was pulled up against the chill of the air. 

Click, and suddenly there was a glow faintly illuminating his face. He leaned forward, cupping his hands around the lighter he held, pulling it to the cigarette between his teeth. It caught, and he took a long, calming inhale. 

He'd be out all night, not wanting to return home after the argument he'd had. He wasn't welcome back there, but even if he was, he didn't want to be there anyway. He hated them and their nagging, nothing ever quite being enough for them. 

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