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I'm beginning to lose track of time here. That's a dangerous thing. Maybe it's because I can't keep myself as grounded now. I feel restless all the time. Even when I was in prison, I never felt like this. This trapped. There was reason for that, but there isn't for this. Being with Aya in England helped me to balance things. Being with Mamoru here did the same thing, even if things were strained sometimes. It still kept me from slipping like I had before.

The nightmares stopped for a while, thankfully, but now, I have them every other night or so, and I'm starting to worry that they'll end up affecting me. I still can't remember how I died, but in my dreams... so much pain... and flesh being torn away, but when I wake up reaching for them, there's no one to kill.

I'm afraid of the madness. What if it happens again? There's no one here to stop me again... -door chime ringing, then a click-

Ken waved to the customer leaving the store, calling out a parting farewell before he glances around the store again. While it was quiet thanks to him telling Umi to take a few days off, he almost missed the cheery chatter she provided. While he wasn't exactly alone, thanks to the attentive dog almost always at his side these days, he always seemed to hold himself seperate from others. Still, he always had a smile for those he spoke to or passed by, and only those that truly knew him well know those smiles were a little hollow.

Seeing no one else in the store, he padded back towards the scarred up table in the workroom he used to do arrangements, eager to find something to do to keep his hands busy.

[He sees this little display.]

Are you sure you don't need any of my help, Ken-san?

[Uta had been grieving... for losing both Anthony and Ichiru. But as she kept thinking about Ichiru, one fact became painfully clear: He was no longer among the living. And therefore, leaving the City literally meant that he ceased to exist.]

[This was why she needed white roses. (http://songofdreams.livejournal.com/19069.html?thread=2694525#t2694525)]

[She walked into the shop, dressed in white, a pair of take out coffee in one hand, croissants on the other. She was smiling, but she wasn't like her cheery self.]

Ken..? Umi? Are you guys here?

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