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❝ For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea. ❞ — E.E. Cummings
The air seemed crisper than it ever had before as Nezumi walked towards the setting sun, following its delicate rays as they reflected against the rooftops of the crumbling, collapsing buildings that had once made up West Block. Nezumi's cloak swayed in the gentle breeze, the wind helping to carry his very being to some unknown, faraway land. With his hands tucked into his pockets and his eyes trained on the path that lay ahead of him, Nezumi didn't dare look back at the one most precious, important person he was leaving
Sta.sh
