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Aly's POV 

"It's cold Ulison. It's too cold," I whisper. 

Go back to everyone... 

"Why would I do that? Obviously they want Riza more than me. I should just die in here," I cry. 

Apologize to Riza. She thinks you all hate her right? Prove her wrong... 

"She's better than me! At everything! She shouldn't go running off because I told her not to talk to me!" I yell. 

Then tell her that... 

"That would make me seem weak," I say softly. 

Are you really the Alison I know? The Alison I know wouldn't run away like this and she would stay by her friends... 

"What friends? They obviously don't like me anymore," I hiss. 

If they truly liked you, they would have told you the truth, which they did. You remember... 

"Shut up," I say darkly. I get up and run into the night. Into the snow with nothing on but a jacket, a halter top, and a skirt. I couldn't feel my fingers or my feet. 

"STF forever right? That's what you said," I yell. "How can I be such an idiot!" 

Alison, smile. Go to your friends... 

I trip and fall into the snow. I struggle to get up, tears blinding my eyesight. 

"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! Why am I such an idiot!" I scream. I get up and keep running, non-stop. I couldn't stop, I wouldn't stop. 

"RIZA!" I yell. "I'M SORRY!" 

I trip and fall again in front of a building. I saw a body on the room. I get up again, noticing that I have bruised my ankle a lot. I limp towards the building and go up the flight of stairs to the roof. And I spotted her. That girl...why would she come out her like this. 

"Why would you come out here with nothing?" I laugh. I take off my jacket and lay it on Riza. 

"You're such an idiot," I smile. "But so am I." 

I sat beside her and hold her hand to somewhat warm it up a little. The snow...I wondered why it had to be so cold. Because it's snow? I laugh. 

"How much of an idiot can I be?" I whisper, before I black out. 

Damien's POV 

"Onwards. Onwards. Hut, 2, 3, 4. Onwards!" I chant. 

"This isn't the military!" Alagretto yells at me. 

"Onwards. Onwards. Hut, 2, 3, 4. Onwards!" I repeat. 

"Onwards!" March copies. 

"Okay, let's stop! Do we have everyone in the search party?" I ask. 

"March?" 

"Here!" 

"Cleo?" 

"Dumb." 

"Alagretto." 

"Why?" 

"Dimitri." 

"You're about to meet your grave." 

"Damien?" 

"I'm here!" 

"What about Kira?" a voice says. 

"Kira?" I say, shaking. 

"Kira is back!" the girl smiles. 

"Impossible! Cleo killed Kira earlier!" Cleo points. 

"Kira is a child of the earth. There for Kira is back," Kira smiles. 

"Do not copy Cleo's words!" Cleo glares. 

"Why? Kira is Kira. Kira tells Kira what to do. No one tells Kira what to do but Kira. So Kira doesn't care. Kira is Kira," Kira laughs. 

"Cleo says you're dead meat," Cleo hisses. 

"Kira says bring it on, shwiney," Kira smirks. 

"Cleo, wait!" I yell. But it was too late, Cleo was on a rampage.

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