Ever since I woke that one sunny, warm day, which was exactly one year from where the story actually ended, I knew nothing would ever be the same. Clein didn't like talking about it, but Nessa always wanted to. He felt guilt every day after, and Nessa could see it in his eyes. The two now lived in a cute house on the very tippy-top of a hill. Nessa loved it their! But yet again, Clein didn't, and never would.
Nessa knew he missed Phryne. Sometimes Nessa thought Clein loved Phryne more than he could ever love her. Nessa hated Phryne at first, but soon grew to love her. But now? That she was gone? Nessa hated her more than ever.
To protect both Nessa and Phryne, the two merged into one long ago. The body now resembled Phryne, which Clein HATED, while the personality and soul were Nessa. Not only did Clein hate this, but also Nessa. Nessa didn't want to resemble Phryne, which would also make Clein upset. Nessa wanted her old, normal body back.
Nessa loved Clein more than anything. But deep down, Nessa knew Clein would always think of her as a younger sister, never anything more. But Clein thought of Pryne as so much more. A lover, someone who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, but not with Nessa.
Nessa admitted to herself that she didn't act her age. She was Clein's age. But acted a lot younger because of the way she spoke, and acted. She was always happy, and warm inside with a huge welcoming smile on her face. Phryne was the old lady here. Way too old for Clein! But he would never look at it that way, and she knew that.
Why couldn't Clein ever like Nessa? Why couldn't he get over Phryne already!? It had already been two years. And still. Nothing.

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Nessa stared at herself in the mirror. With only her under garments clothing her bare body, she pointed out every flaw to herself.
"I hate this... This isn't Nessa..." She whispered to herself, containing the tears as best as she could.
"Nessa! Breakfast is ready, come down here!" Clein yelled up the stairs.
"Nessa isn't dressed."
"Well hurry up and get dressed! It's getting cold!"

She threw on as many clothes as possible. She hated this body. Clein looked at her as Pryne, not Nessa.
Nessa searched through her clothes, that all seemed to be scattered all over her room. She saw a few sweaters all in assorted colors, some sweat pants which were all grey, and a few others.

"Nessa! Breakfast! Come down here!"
"C-coming..."
She ran down the stairs, with a huge smile on her face."
"Morning Clein!"
"Good morning Phry- I mean Nessa..."
"You called Nessa Phryne..." Her smile quickly faded to a frown.
"I'm sorry Nessa... You know it's been hard for me..."
"It's been hard for Nessa too..."

She ended the conversation by sitting down, and eating. It was her usual Saturday morning meal which included fluffy blueberry pancakes, half a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice, and a strip of crunchy bacon. Nessa loved Saturday mornings. But she loved them more before Nessa got to know Phryne.