Blackout's POV
I walked to my house.
I would have ran there, but my stamina would not let me.
As I walked, I thought.
A distant memory echoed in my mind.
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A place where night and day clashed.
An insane girl going by Ravena.
Crystal, the anomaly.
Timelines.
You wouldn't mind if I broke my promise, right, young lady?
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Why does that always pop up in my mind?
What does it mean?
It seems like those are repressed memories... but from when?
I already entered my house by the time I finished thinking.
No one was home, which I was thankful for.
I went straight to the kitchen and drank some water from the ref.
That whole ordeal was really tiring, to say the least.
After that, I walked up the stairs to my bedroom.
I opened my closet and got a dark gray jacket and some black pants.
I flopped down onto my bed. I sighed, contemplating.
How long had this taken place?
What was Chaot up to now?
Why did it seem like I met her before this?
As I contemplated, everything around me turned as dark as night.
Why did we need to go through this... torture?
Why?
I suddenly thought of certain people in particular.
Sighing, I conjured up some dark energy and wrote:
Pia... I'm sorry for leaving for real.
Kriss... I'm sorry for abandoning you.
Gale... You don't have to worry about me now.
Reese... I'm sorry I left you in the dark, and now I am sorry for disappearing. I hope you find comfort with the knowledge that Forest will be just fine, if you could see me now.
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Spotlight's POV
I had to go back to my house to get myself a shirt.
My scars still stung.
As I entered my house, I was all alone.
I went to my room, into my closet. I got an off-white shirt, along with a white scarf.
Now that felt better.
Out of fatigue, I fell on my bed.
I created some light and wrote:
Hazel, I'm sorry for leaving. Don't get me wrong, but I need to for the sake of this world.
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