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Ayane

The sheet was cold in their hands.
Snft she ran her fingertips over the cool silk and sighed deeply, while a further isolated tear ran down her cheek and left a dark stain on the fine fabric.

The only people you could trust, one was itself

She had once learned and are learning the body must.
And it was worse than any physical pain. A narrow beam
shallow Mndeslichtes fell through the half-opened windows and turned up their miserable form in warm light.
Ayane curled herself up, put on her knees and wrapped his arms about as she once again shaken by their grief was.

He had lied to her and broke her heart, his promise and trust.
right now, where they thought he was different. Especially now that she doubted not even look at themselves and the world.

Why was a promise only a promise, when you said "I promise"? Why
ended every conversation again and again in the same silence?

you knew from the beginning that it would be difficult would.
But she had thought, hoped, always believed it would would be better.
If they would change.
But she was not the only one that had to change ...

Nobody could they and their feelings . Understand
No one wanted.
was interested, in reality no one was going in it.
If she was sad, she was given. Who cares why?

The picture on the wall above it hung askew.
your hair fell confused face. Her eyes were swollen
, her head as empty as her eyes.
thousands of questions without answers, a heart without feelings, the love of her life away ...
She was so misunderstood, so left alone, so confused and so ... hated? Not important? Superfluous?

The face buried deep down in her pillow, she cried out with the storm in competition.



Subaru

His stomach grumbled, it was ice cold and his clothes were torn and broken.
Aoi had kicked him under the Voewand, he should buy, because of the refrigerators would be virtually empty.
But probably he had again locked in the bathroom and ...
Shaking his head, Subaru went across the street, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his tattered jeans.

If life is only a means of purpose, you have no energy left - then give up.

That was his new motto was advised since all wrong.
love was simply not possible and only meant sadness.
So why should he ...?

You'll never understand me ... Therefore I'll go my own way. The way of solitude