What a word, "decommisioned", how it failed to describe what would happen to her. Marco laughed, loud and harsh , he had no illusions about the truth. How foolish he had been to put everything he had into that girl.
He stood at his desk for what seemed like forever, his tears threatening to plumment onto the top-secret documents on the desk. Had they really done her a favor?
Marco slowly brought out the chair and sat down at his desk, reaching into one of the top shelves, he brought out a small hardcover book.
"The Prince of the Land of Pasta"
A book of happy days.
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"Hey, Triela! Did you just come back from Angelica's?" Henrietta ran to catch up to the tall girl. Triela frowned slightly and toyed with her vest button, a bouquet of wilting flowers still grasped tightly in her hands.
"Yeah." she said stiffly.
"So? How's she doing?" Henrietta glanced furtively down at the bouquet.
"They've moved her, Henri. I don't think she's going to see them now." Triela's voice trembled. "She's went into a coma...last week." Henrietta's eyes widened. A curtain of silence fell slowly inbetween them, until there was only the clicking of their leather shoes. Echoing in the walkway.