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Missile ran through the streets of the city he called home, looking for one particular home. He wanted to check up on his friends to see if they needed a Top Pomeranian! Approaching the house where two of those who knew only what four were even aware of lived, he leapt up, taking brief glances through the window. Upon seeing Sissel, the canine let out a series of excited barks, possibly to draw his attention.

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“I… I haven’t really done much to be proud of,” Yomiel admits weakly. His legs still ache, even though he’s sitting down right now. A mutter, a wish that his painkillers would kick in already – but it’s just wishful thinking at this point. He pops his knees before resuming his petting of the black kitten in his lap.

Temsik Park is no longer a site of tragedy, so why is his heart heavy? For once, not with the weight of stone but with guilt and buried emotion. There’s a pit somewhere in his stomach that not even the slight weight of his best friend can alleviate.

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[☄️] The first thing Shard does after hearing all those hellish whispers is to hold his cat close to his chest. He can’t feel the feline’s warmth or the soft fur against his fingertips but he’s been long used to it by now. He’s crying silently, but he thinks the kitten should probably be used to it too, since he always goes to cry whilst holding his cat whenever he is feeling frustrated and sad.

“Oh Sissel.... I can’t bear this pain, this suffering anymore.... It’s driving me mad, little by little. I think I’m already going mad. I’m losing myself, I don’t know who I am anymore.... I feel angry, so angry and I want to lash out on people, but then I feel sad, and empty and lonely.... When will this pain end? I just want it to end, but I can’t find a solution.... What should I do...?”

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[☄️] “I’m sorry I haven’t been giving you much attention these days, Sissel. It’s just that… Given the condition I’m in… I tend to forget things often. I’m sorry, buddy.”

Yomiel said as he stroked Sissel’s fur. His gaze was lost behind the dark shades that were obscuring his ghostly eyes. It’s been four years since he’s been dead, but it seemed like an eternity. It was easy for Yomiel to forget things now. He didn’t remember what it was like to feel alive, to feel hunger, to feel thirsd… There was only pain, sorrow and anger in the man in red’s heart. He would often spend days outside of his shell, wandering around the Ghost World, testing his powers. Just now he figured he could manipulate people and this was giving him wicked ideas. Now that he had the power to control everything, he could do anything he wanted. Nobody would be able to stop him.

“But I figured out I can manipulate people now. Today I was in a teacher’s body. She reminded me so much of her…. Sissel was a teacher, y’know? She was so proud of it. She loved teaching the children… I felt bad for possessing her, but… I didn’t do anything terrible. I just helped some of the children with math work.”

He sighed, stopping his petting to look at the kitten.

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Feeling the familiar presence in his core, Yomiel immedialy smiles, although he feels there’s something going on with his friend.

[🐾] “If that’s true, I’m surprised you don’t have a crown then!”

“Booold of you to imply...” he laughs, and produces another flower crown seemingly out of thin air - just how many hidden pockets does that coat have?

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[😎] - “Aww, Sissel, thank you! You brightened up my day already!”