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"Good night Itsumi." "Have a splendid night rest dear." "You too," she replied them and dashed upstairs. **** ~Akamine's Residence~ Yuki Akamine sat in front of her laptop screen as she surfed the net. She stopped what she was doing and picked up her phone. Her fingers found their way to the gallery icon and scrolled through the pictures. There were tons of pictures in her cell. Most of them were pictures of Sasuke and Sakiko. Her eyes darkened as she gazed at one particular picture. It was a picture of Sasuke and Sakiko in class. He looked at her with a pleading expression while she glared at him.

Her heart however froze when she came across the picture of her dead mate, Zayne's step brother. Seeing the smiling face in the picture made her head throb as images flashed in her head. Images of him in the pool of his own blood, groaning in pains and reaching his bloody hands out to her for help. Images of the betrayed look on his face as life slowly left him and images of his dead body in a pool of blood. "Fuck!" She snapped out of it. "Why do I still have this goddamned picture?" She pulled it out of the photobook and tore it into pieces.

Not for much but not for cheap either, lately all my drawings are a proof of how sad i feel. Like someone just turned off the light inside me, I'm not sad anymore, I'm numb waiting for the next hit to come. Jay isn't okay i knew that in the bottom of my heart, he's hurt somewhere, somehow. Add to that the fact that ghost and ace aren't responding to my question, they don't know what happened to him either. I'm falling in to a dark hole again, the only light i have is arya, that girl can make me smile even in my worst times. She's the only one i could stand these days, she'll sit with me most days.

🦋 NIKITA 🦋 Crying became an anthem and fear became a close friend, I still sat in one corner, fighting a battle between my mental health and physical health. A memory of Reyna being killed by Benita flashed through my mind again, and I buried my head deeper between my laps, trembling. I felt as if I was hit by a tidal wave, my emotions crashing down on me like an unrelenting storm. Tears streamed down my face, hot and bitter, as I wept uncontrollably.

“So, I’m just going to send you the pictures I’ve taken so far.” A series of pictures flooded in, capturing moments from the entire break. They made me smile, a brief respite from the grief until I scrolled further and saw one that sent a shock through my chest, causing my heart to stop briefly. A picture of Sebastine and Hazel. How could this be possible?