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It was a simple glimpse of ivory locks that caught Shiro’s attention and, no matter how many times he’d passed someone with such spectral tresses since his relocation to this peculiar place, he couldn’t help falling victim to nostalgia. His heart leapt into his throat and just for a moment he hoped...
“A ... llura?” He whispered while squinting into the crowd.
Then his mind would catch up with him, remind him that there were hundreds of people within Spirale city - including himself - who had a far more wizened head of hair. Hundreds of people... except those that he most longed to see. Still... If they weren’t here, he could at least believe that they were out there somewhere, hopefully finally able to get back to their normal lives now that the war was over (or so he thought). He wouldn’t wish this on them... No matter how much he missed them.









