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Season 1 Arc 3

WARNING:

This chapter has detailed description of a suicide attempt, please, if you have any kind of sensitivities/triggers about this subject, please skip it (it happens in the first scenes)

Arc 3

Scene 0

The beginning of 2017 went smoothly. As well as Aisa and Andou, Mio and Phaniel, Mia and Iro were now another happy couple to add. The girl had finally gone back to work at the bar and was talking to Zenska and Kieza again. It seemed that everyone was happy. Maybe they could finally find some peace in the city. After all, the city had already been rebuilt, residents were gradually arriving and life was being restored in Dìxía. Unfortunately, however, this was not the case. Yes, on the outside everyone was happy, warm, with their dreams fulfilled. Everyone was friends, some had their love of life by their side, others were surrounded by family. However, some people still held grudges, sadness and hurt inside. Hiding a dark side, an ugly side that even they themselves hated.

It's night, but in the Ocean residence, it seems that the "darkness" has taken over much more:

- Hahh - Yuki sighed heavily, her eyes seemed to glow in the total darkness - I'm getting tired of these games...

Her eyes, sharp as they usually were, had a totally different aura. She looked exhausted, tired, as if she couldn't take anything anymore:

- But I have to trust her - She reached for her eye patch - It's not time yet. I need patience.

At the same time, in the next room, Mio was having insomnia again. Even though her relationship with Phaniel was amazing, the two of them still didn't live together, mainly because of her older sister's protests. Although the two of them had been planning the move for some time, it would probably take a while. Because of this, Mio slept alone. She had improved a lot from her nightmares and sleepless nights since she started dating, but recently it seemed that everything was back to square 0. That was a bad sign. After all, her insomnia was only resolved when 2.0 was sealed in her mind:

- Again, I can't sleep.

She sat down on her bed and turned on the lamp. Mio picked up her bass and, as in the past, tried again, miserably, to write lyrics. In exactly the same way, she scribbled a few words, crumpled up the paper, picked up another and started again. She stayed in this cycle until something began to take shape:

- "Somebody like yourself, true and kind, would never understand this aching heart of mine" - Remembering the melody from a few years ago, the lyrics seemed much more congruent now - "...and so, I write songs to pass the time", "I've always dreamed to be on TV to hear the audience lovingly praise me" - She then stopped, remaining silent

Mio wrote it all down on a clean sheet of paper, then left it next to another sheet of paper, now in her hands. It had a similar handwriting, as if this one had much better handwriting:

- "I'm suddenly taken back to that time. All the summers who would bore me out of my mind... didn't I quit playing piano?", "Everything will be okay", "Whatever I do, it just won't disappear. It's still right here.", "I don't really care though. Not about music, or truth, or this world, or this life I hold. I don't really care, no", "I've tried, but I still don't understand why. Why is it we have to fight to live our own life? Why I can't live off doing the one thing I like?", "Yeah, I think I got it right."

She then stopped playing her bass, raising her face:

- OH FOR GOD'S SAKE - She jumped in fright

A laugh echoed through the room: