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     “I- what?” he said at the initial inquiry, sounding taken aback by it. It just seemed so- RANDOM. & out of the blue. & almost a little too personal for his liking. Why was he asking? He hated to seem suspicious of his own dad’s question, but-

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Everything felt strained. Unnatural. No matter how much Casey tried to fix it she didn't know if she could. She knew she wanted to. Hopefully, that was enough. The most she could hope for was a good New Years' Eve since Evan had at least agreed to spend it with her. Too bad everything couldn't start over fresh and all her mistakes couldn't be erased as easily as a calendar page could be turned over. She knew it couldn't.

“Lee, Cariad?” Emily blearily made her way out of their bedroom, rubbing at her eyes. She was wearing a t-shirt that hung down to about her knees. She was almost certain that when she’d gone to bed, Lena had been in bed with her. But she’d woken up alone.

He appeared with such ease, as if calamity hadn’t existed between them. That smile came too easy for him only working to enhance his features. Voice null the silence between them, tone carefree --- matching his exterior.

His eyes looked up at him, blue iris focused on red, before his eyes fell to the floor again. He didn’t know Lea well, supposed that despite all of that, they were connected in some way.  They were linked through Roxas. A pang of guilty ran through him, focused on a spot on the floor as if it were the most interesting thing he had come across in days.

“I’m sorry.”

A quiet apology, that he felt need said. “I know you miss him.” He felt that pain somewhere, deep within his heart, where memories that weren’t wholly his own had one sat. A ghost of a pain, that still poked and bothered him, made him dwell upon past adventures and the way they had affected his friends.