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There are many things Lynn is thankful for in this situation. Food, for instance. Her belongings, as her unworn clothes still smell of home and her family photo keeps her grounded. The piano as well. Pianos are a well-beloved constant. There was a piano back home. A piano at the hospital. And there is a piano here.

She sits and plays a lament. That's all she can do, after all.

She hears a footstep, and her breath catches in her throat. She stops playing and swivels to face the one who has intruded on her time self-expression, then breathes a sigh of relief, a small smile relaxing onto her face.

"Hahahahah! Look at him! Come on, Jun! Can you not reach!?" asked the bully, standing only at a mere 5’6". But the 4’7" boy couldn’t reach.

"Come on! Just give it back!" screamed the young, high-pitched boy as he jumped to try and reach. But it was moved out the way. "Kaworu-kun is my friend!"

The kids in the back laughed hard at that. Who became friends with toys? And just to make it worse, with the next jump; the broken armed student tripped and fell due to a lack of balance.

PART TWO

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